Wednesday, January 27, 2016

Have a Howling Good Time...

"The Book of Werewolves" by S. Baring Gould (1865)

~ Being an Account of a Terrible Superstition ~



S. Baring Gould was a prolific 19th century author, writing as many as 500 works of fiction and non-fiction. As well as being a Reverend, he was also a scholar of history, architecture, folklore and legends. He lived in Devon, England. He is also noteworthy for writing a classic Christian hymn entitled "Onward Christian Soldiers". His study of werewolves has stood the test of time and it is still acknowledged as a seminal and classic work on the subject of Lycanthropy. These werewolves are not from a fantastical Native tribe in Washington State that occasionally make truces with Edward and the local vampires, nor are they of the Hollywood variety. The werewolves described by Gould are blood thirsty, or apparently poor folk that just want a taste of meat a la Homo sapiens, or, of the historically documented, true crime, mass murdering variety. They might even have been the true Viking Berserkers!


The author traveled around to the locales he wrote about in this book and asked the people about local lore about the subject, then he recorded them. Part of the narrative is folklore and some of it is a retelling of true crime with bone chilling accounts perpetrated by some of humanities worst specimens ever. The book begins with an historical account of the Lycanthropy phenomenon and then delves into one of the best accounts of Scandinavian werewolf folklore ever put together, it moves on throughout history. This is one fascinating, eye popping, cringe-worthy book. It's rather like the fascination one gets from staring at a particularly awful automobile accident on the expressway as you drive slowly by.

Do you want to know how to transform yourself into a werewolf, get this book, interesting in protecting your family from werewolves?...ditto. The author also discussed possible causes for the werewolf condition which range from psychosis and insanity, to a byproduct of a witches salve, natural phenomenon, and just plain old evil blood lust.

Typical 19th century language and sentence structure is used throughout the work, Victorian drama included free of charge, and a bit of good and evil thrown into the mix. Makes for interesting reading, a good reference for those interested in the subject or for budding authors wanting background knowledge to write about the fantastical. This work has stood the test of time, and is still considered one of the best works of Werewolf folklore ever written. I got it free on my kindle. Also available from booksellers as a paperback. Online text posted at sacred-texts.com, also available at various other places on the net. Not for the faint hearted.


A sampling from Chapter VIII, Folklore:

"The Russians call the were-wolf oborot, which signifies "one transformed." The following receipt is given by them for becoming one:
"He who desires to become an oborot, let him seek in the forest a hewn-down tree; let him stab it with a small copper knife, and walk round the tree, repeating the following incantation:--
      On the sea, on the ocean, on the island, on Bujan,
      On the empty pasture gleams the moon, on an ashstock lying
      In a green wood, in a gloomy vale.
      Toward the stock wandereth a shaggy wolf.
      Horned cattle seeking for his sharp white fangs;
      But the wolf enters not the forest,
      But the wolf dives not into the shadowy vale,
      Moon, moon, gold-horned moon,
      Cheek the flight of bullets, blunt the hunters' knives,
      Break the shepherds' cudgels,
      Cast wild fear upon all cattle,
      On men, on all creeping things,
      That they may not catch the grey wolf,
      That they may not rend his warm skin
      My word is binding, more binding than sleep,
      More binding than the promise of a hero!
"Then he springs thrice over the tree and runs into the forest, transformed into a wolf."

 Here is a link to a once popular song about Werewolves: 





 
Lewtrenchard Mansion where S. Baring Gould lived.

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