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Early Britain Anglo-Saxon Britain by Allen, Grant - CHAPTER II.

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Early Britain Anglo-Saxon Britain

CHAPTER II.

THE EN­GLISH BY THE SHORES OF THE BALTIC.

From the no­tices left us by Bæ­da in Britain, and by Nithard and oth­ers on the con­ti­nent, of the habits and man­ners which dis­tin­guished those Sax­ons who re­mained in the old fa­ther­land, we are able to form some idea of the prim­itive con­di­tion of those oth­er Sax­ons, En­glish, and Jutes, who af­ter­wards col­onized Britain, dur­ing the pe­ri­od while they still all lived to­geth­er in the heather-​clad wastes and marshy low­lands of Den­mark and North­ern Ger­many. The ear­ly hea­then po­em of _Be­owulf_ al­so gives us a glimpse of their ideas and their mode of thought. The known phys­ical char­ac­ter­is­tics of the race, the na­ture of the coun­try which they in­hab­it­ed, the anal­ogy of oth­er Ger­man­ic tribes, and the re­cent dis­cov­er­ies of pre-​his­toric archæol­ogy, all help us to piece out a fair­ly con­sis­tent pic­ture of their ap­pear­ance, their man­ner of life, and their rude po­lit­ical in­sti­tu­tions.

We must be­gin by dis­miss­ing from our minds all those mod­ern no­tions which are al­most in­evitably im­plied by the use of lan­guage di­rect­ly de­rived from that of our hea­then an­ces­tors, but now mixed up in our con­cep­tions with the most ad­vanced forms of Eu­ro­pean civil­isa­tion. We must not al­low such words as “king” and “En­glish” to mis­lead us in­to a species of fil­ial blind­ness to the re­al na­ture of our Teu­ton­ic fore­fa­thers. The lit­tle com­mu­ni­ty of wild farm­ers and war­riors who lived among the dim wood­lands of Sleswick, be­side the swampy mar­gin of the North Sea, has grown in­to the nu­cle­us of a vast em­pire, on­ly very par­tial­ly Ger­man­ic in blood, and en­riched by all the alien cul­ture of Egypt, As­syr­ia, Greece, and Rome. But as it still pre­serves the iden­ti­cal tongue of its ear­ly bar­barous days, we are nat­ural­ly tempt­ed to read our mod­ern ac­quired feel­ings in­to the sim­ple but fa­mil­iar terms em­ployed by our con­ti­nen­tal pre­de­ces­sors. What the ear­ly En­glish called a king we should now-​a-​days call a chief; what they called a meet­ing of wise men we should now-​a-​days call a palaver. In fact, we must rec­ol­lect that we are deal­ing with a pure­ly bar­bar­ic race–not sav­age, in­deed, nor with­out a cer­tain rude cul­ture of its own, the re­sult of long cen­turies of pre­vi­ous de­vel­op­ment; yet es­sen­tial­ly mil­itary and preda­to­ry in its habits, and akin in its ma­te­ri­al civil­isa­tion to many races which we now re­gard as im­mea­sur­ably our in­fe­ri­ors. If we wish for a mod­ern equiv­alent of the prim­itive An­glo-​Sax­on lev­el of cul­ture, we may per­haps best find it in the Kurds of the Turk­ish and Per­sian fron­tier, or in the Mahrat­tas of the wild moun­tain re­gion of the west­ern Dec­can.

The ear­ly En­glish in Sleswick and Fries­land had par­tial­ly reached the agri­cul­tur­al stage of civil­isa­tion. They tilled lit­tle plots of ground in the for­est; but they de­pend­ed more large­ly for sub­sis­tence up­on their cat­tle, and they were al­so hunters and trap­pers in the great belts of wood­land or marsh which ev­ery­where sur­round­ed their iso­lat­ed vil­lages. They were ac­quaint­ed with the use of bronze from the first pe­ri­od of their set­tle­ment in Eu­rope, and some of the bat­tle-​ax­es or shields which they man­ufac­tured from this met­al were beau­ti­ful­ly chased with exquisite dec­ora­tive pat­terns, equalling in taste the or­na­men­tal de­signs still em­ployed by the Poly­ne­sian is­landers. Such weapons, how­ev­er, were doubt­less in­tend­ed for the use of the chief­tains on­ly, and were prob­ably em­ployed as in­signia of rank alone. They are still dis­cov­ered in the bar­rows which cov­er the re­mains of the ear­ly chief­tains; though it is pos­si­ble that they may re­al­ly be­long to the mon­uments of a yet ear­li­er race. But iron was cer­tain­ly em­ployed by the En­glish, at least, from about the first cen­tu­ry of the Chris­tian era, and its use was per­haps in­tro­duced in­to the marsh­lands of Sleswick by the Ger­man­ic con­querors of the north. Even at this ear­ly date, abun­dant proof ex­ists of mer­can­tile in­ter­course with the Ro­man world (prob­ably through Pan­non­ia), where­by the alien cul­ture of the south was al­ready en­graft­ed in part up­on the low civil­isa­tion of the na­tive En­glish. Am­ber was then ex­port­ed from the Baltic, while gold, sil­ver, and glass beads were giv­en in re­turn. Ro­man coins are dis­cov­ered in Low Ger­man tombs of the first five cen­turies in Sleswick, Hol­stein, Fries­land, and the Isles; and Ro­man pat­terns are im­itat­ed in the iron weapons and uten­sils of the same pe­ri­od. Gold byzants of the fifth cen­tu­ry prove an in­ter­course with Con­stantino­ple at the ex­act date of the coloni­sa­tion of Britain. From the very ear­li­est mo­ment when we catch a glimpse of its na­ture, the home-​grown En­glish cul­ture had al­ready be­gun to be mod­ified by the su­pe­ri­or arts of Rome. Even the al­pha­bet was known and used in its Runic form, though the ab­sence of writ­ing ma­te­ri­als caused its em­ploy­ment to be re­strict­ed to in­scrip­tions on wood­en tablets, on rude stone mon­uments, or on uten­sils of met­al-​work. A gold­en drink­ing-​horn found in Sleswick, and en­graved with the mak­er's name, re­ferred to the mid­dle of the fourth cen­tu­ry, con­tains the ear­li­est known spec­imen of the En­glish lan­guage.

The ear­ly En­glish so­ci­ety was found­ed en­tire­ly on the tie of blood. Ev­ery clan or fam­ily lived by it­self and formed a guild for mu­tu­al pro­tec­tion, each kins­man be­ing his broth­er's keep­er, and bound to avenge his death by feud with the tribe or clan which had killed him. This du­ty of blood-​re­venge was the supreme re­li­gion of the race. More­over, the clan was an­swer­able as a whole for the ill-​deeds of all its mem­bers; and the fine payable for mur­der or in­jury was hand­ed over by the fam­ily of the wrong-​do­er to the fam­ily of the in­jured man.

Each lit­tle vil­lage of the old En­glish com­mu­ni­ty pos­sessed a gen­er­al in­de­pen­dence of its own, and lay apart from all the oth­ers, of­ten sur­round­ed by a broad belt or mark of vir­gin for­est. It con­sist­ed of a clear­ing like those of the Amer­ican back­woods, where a sin­gle fam­ily or kin­dred had made its home, and pre­served its sep­arate in­de­pen­dence in­tact. Each of these fam­ilies was known by the name of its re­al or sup­posed an­ces­tor, the patronymic be­ing formed by the ad­di­tion of the syl­la­ble _ing_. Thus the de­scen­dants of Æl­la would be called Ællings, and their _ham_ or stock­ade would be known as Ællinga­ham, or in mod­ern form Alling­ham. So the _tun_ or en­clo­sure of the Cul­mings would be Cul­min­gatun, sim­ilar­ly mod­ernised in­to Cul­ming­ton. Names of this type abound in the new­er Eng­land at the present day; as in the case of Birm­ing­ham, Buck­ing­ham, Welling­ton, Kens­ing­ton, Bas­ingstoke, and Padding­ton. But while in Amer­ica the clear­ing is mere­ly a tem­po­rary phase, and the bor­der of for­est is soon cut down so as to con­nect the vil­lage with its neigh­bours, in the old An­glo-​Sax­on fa­ther­land the bor­der of wood­land, heath, or fen was jeal­ous­ly guard­ed as a fron­tier and nat­ural de­fence for the lit­tle preda­to­ry and agri­cul­tur­al com­mu­ni­ty. Who­ev­er crossed it was bound to give no­tice of his com­ing by blow­ing a horn; else he was cut down at once as a stealthy en­emy. The marks­men wished to re­main sep­arate from all oth­ers, and on­ly to mix with those of their own kin. In this prim­itive love of sep­ara­tion we have the germ of that lo­cal in­de­pen­dence and that iso­lat­ed pri­vate home life which is one of the most marked char­ac­ter­is­tics of mod­ern En­glish­men.

In the mid­dle of the clear­ing, sur­round­ed by a wood­en stock­ade, stood the vil­lage, a group of rude de­tached huts. The marks­men each pos­sessed a sep­arate lit­tle home­stead, con­sist­ing usu­al­ly of a small wood­en house or shan­ty, a court­yard, and a cat­tle-​fold. So far, pri­vate prop­er­ty in land had al­ready be­gun. But the for­est and the pas­ture land were not ap­pro­pri­at­ed: each man had a right from year to year to let loose his kine or hors­es on a cer­tain equal or pro­por­tion­ate space of land as­signed to him by the vil­lage in coun­cil. The wealth of the peo­ple con­sist­ed main­ly in cat­tle which fed on the pas­ture, and pigs turned out to fat­ten on the acorns of the for­est: but a small por­tion of the soil was ploughed and sown; and this por­tion al­so was dis­tribut­ed to the vil­lagers for tillage by an­nu­al ar­range­ment. The hall of the chief rose in the midst of the less­er hous­es, open to all com­ers. The vil­lage moot, or as­sem­bly of freemen, met in the open air, un­der some sa­cred tree, or be­side some old mon­umen­tal stone, of­ten a rel­ic of the old­er abo­rig­inal race, mark­ing the tomb of a dead chief­tain, but wor­shipped as a god by the En­glish im­mi­grants. At these in­for­mal meet­ings, ev­ery head of a fam­ily had a right to ap­pear and de­lib­er­ate. The prim­itive En­glish con­sti­tu­tion was a pure re­pub­li­can aris­toc­ra­cy or oli­garchy of house­hold­ers, like that which still sur­vives in the Swiss for­est can­tons.

But there were yet dis­tinc­tions of rank in the vil­lages and in the loose tribes formed by their union for pur­pos­es of war or oth­er­wise. The peo­ple were di­vid­ed in­to three class­es of _æthelings_ or chief­tains, _fre­ol­ings_ or freemen, and _the­ows_ or slaves. The _æthelings_ were the no­bles and rulers of each tribe. There was no king: but when the tribes joined to­geth­er in a war, their _æthelings_ cast lots to­geth­er, and who­ev­er drew the win­ning lot was made com­man­der for the time be­ing. As soon as the war was over, each tribe re­turned to its own in­de­pen­dence. In­deed, the on­ly re­al­ly co­her­ent body was the vil­lage or kin­dred: and the whole course of ear­ly En­glish his­to­ry con­sists of a long and te­dious ef­fort at in­creased na­tion­al uni­ty, which was nev­er ful­ly re­alised till the Nor­man con­querors bound the whole na­tion to­geth­er in the firm grasp of William, Hen­ry, and Ed­ward.

In per­son­al ap­pear­ance, the prim­itive An­glo-​Sax­ons were typ­ical Ger­mans of very un­mixed blood. Tall, fair-​haired, and gray-​eyed, their limbs were large and stout, and their heads of the round or brachy­cephal­ic type, com­mon to most Aryan races. They did not in­ter­mar­ry with oth­er na­tions, pre­serv­ing their Ger­man­ic blood pure and unadul­ter­at­ed. But as they had slaves, and as these slaves must in many cas­es have been cap­tives spared in war, we must sup­pose that such de­scrip­tions ap­ply, strict­ly speak­ing, to the freemen and chief­tains alone. The slaves might be of any race, and in pro­cess of time they must have learnt to speak En­glish, and their chil­dren must have be­come En­glish in all but blood. Many of them, in­deed, would prob­ably be ac­tu­al­ly En­glish on the fa­ther's side, though born of slave moth­ers. Hence we must be care­ful not to in­ter­pret the ex­pres­sions of his­to­ri­ans, who would be think­ing of the free class­es on­ly, and es­pe­cial­ly of the no­bles, as though they ap­plied to the slaves as well. Wher­ev­er slav­ery ex­ists, the blood of the slave com­mu­ni­ty is nec­es­sar­ily very mixed. The pic­ture which the hea­then En­glish have drawn of them­selves in _Be­owulf_ is one of sav­age pi­rates, clad in shirts of ring-​ar­mour, and greedy of gold and ale. Fight­ing and drink­ing are their two de­lights. The no­blest lead­er is he who builds a great hall, throws it open for his peo­ple to carouse in, and lib­er­al­ly deals out beer, and bracelets, and mon­ey at the feast. The joy of bat­tle is keen in their breasts. The sea and the storm are wel­come to them. They are fear­less and greedy pi­rates, not ashamed of liv­ing by the strong hand alone.

In creed, the En­glish were pa­gans, hav­ing a re­li­gion of be­liefs rather than of rites. Their chief de­ity, per­haps, was a form of the old Aryan Sky-​god, who took with them the guise of Thunor or Thun­der (in Scan­di­na­vian, Thor), an an­gry war­rior hurl­ing his ham­mer, the thun­der-​bolt, from the stormy clouds. These thun­der-​bolts were of­ten found buried in the earth; and be­ing re­al­ly the pol­ished stone-​ax­es of the ear­li­er in­hab­itants, they do ac­tu­al­ly re­sem­ble a ham­mer in shape. But Woden, the spe­cial god of the Teu­ton­ic race, had prac­ti­cal­ly usurped the high­est place in their mythol­ogy: he is rep­re­sent­ed as the lead­er of the Ger­mans in their ex­odus from Asia to north-​west­ern Eu­rope, and since all the pedi­grees of their chief­tains were traced back to Woden, it is not im­prob­able that he may have been re­al­ly a de­ified an­ces­tor of the prin­ci­pal Ger­man­ic fam­ilies. The pop­ular creed, how­ev­er, was main­ly one of less­er gods, such as elves, ogres, gi­ants, and mon­sters, in­hab­itants of the mark and fen, sto­ries of whom still sur­vive in En­glish vil­lages as folk-​lore or fairy tales. A few leg­ends of the pa­gan time are pre­served for us in Chris­tian books. _Be­owulf_ is rich in al­lu­sions to these an­cient su­per­sti­tions. If we may build up­on the slen­der ma­te­ri­als which alone are avail­able, it would seem that the dead chief­tains were buried in bar­rows, and ghost-​wor­ship was prac­tised at their tombs. The tem­ples were mere stock­ades of wood, with rude blocks or mono­liths to rep­re­sent deities and al­tars. Prob­ably their few rites con­sist­ed mere­ly of hu­man or oth­er sac­ri­fices to the gods or the ghosts of de­part­ed chiefs. There was a reg­ular priest­hood of the great gods, but each man was priest for his own house­hold. As in most oth­er hea­then com­mu­ni­ties, the re­al wor­ship of the peo­ple was main­ly di­rect­ed to the spe­cial fam­ily deities of ev­ery hearth. The great gods were ap­pealed to by the chief­tains and by the race in bat­tle: but the house­hold gods or de­ified an­ces­tors re­ceived the chief homage of the churls by their own fire­sides.

Thus the An­glo-​Sax­ons, be­fore the great ex­odus from Den­mark and North Ger­many, ap­pear as a race of fierce, cru­el, and bar­bar­ic pa­gans, de­light­ing in the sea, in slaugh­ter, and in drink. They dwelt in lit­tle iso­lat­ed com­mu­ni­ties, bound to­geth­er in­ter­nal­ly by ties of blood, and unit­ing oc­ca­sion­al­ly with oth­ers on­ly for pur­pos­es of rap­ine. They lived a life which main­ly al­ter­nat­ed be­tween graz­ing, pi­rat­ical sea­far­ing, and cat­tle-​lift­ing; al­ways on the war-​trail against the pos­ses­sions of oth­ers, when they were not spe­cial­ly en­gaged in tak­ing care of their own. Ev­ery record and ev­ery in­di­ca­tion shows them to us as fiercer hea­then pro­to­types of the Scotch clans in the most law­less days of the High­lands. In­ca­pable of union for any peace­ful pur­pose at home, they learned their ear­li­est les­son of sub­or­di­na­tion in their pi­rat­ical at­tacks up­on the civilised Chris­tian com­mu­ni­ty of Ro­man Britain. We first meet with them in his­to­ry in the char­ac­ter of de­stroy­ers and sea-​rob­bers. Yet they pos­sessed al­ready in their wild marshy home the germs of those free in­sti­tu­tions which have made the his­to­ry of Eng­land unique amongst the na­tions of Eu­rope.