CORRESPONDEN CE.
THE DIVINING-ROD.
ABOUT a quarter of a century ago, I had the chance of seeing some experiments in the search for water by the use, of "the divining-rod" on a thirsty stretch of the Berkshire chalk range. Oddly enough (what a lot of odd things there are lying all round us I), at the highest points of this very range you might come on "dew-ponds," which never seemed to run dry, though how the white chalky water got there, or- kept there, no one, I believe, has ever been able to explain from that day to this. But these " dew-ponds " were of no. use, of course, to the cottages scattered along the hill-side, and whoever wanted spring-water, bad to go down about 400 ft. for it. Well, I neglected that chance, and ever since- have been regretting it. The fact is, I was young then, and-
"Nothin' from Adam's fall to Huldy's bonnet But I was full cocked with my judgment on it."
My notion of the water-diviner was gathered from Sir Walter's. famous portrait of Dousterswivel in the Antiquary ; a fellow "who amongst fools and womankind talks of the Cabala, the divining-rod, and all the trumpery- with which the Rosi- crucians cheated a darker age, and which, to our eternal disgrace, has in some degree revived in our own." I was. resolved that the revival should in no case be forwarded by me, and so lost my opportunity, and have been ever since tantalised by reports of marvels wrought by the hazel-wand, as to which I was quite at a loss to form any reasonable opinion. It was with no little satisfaction, therefore, that I received, and accepted, an invitation to assist at a water- search about to be undertaken by a diviner of considerable- reputation in the outskirts of Deer Leap Wood, in the parish of Wootton, Surrey.
This wood, notable even amongst the loveliest of that favoured county, belongs to the worthy representative of the- author of " Sylva " and the Memoirs," who, having built some excellent cottages on its confines, desires to find the occupants a good supply of spring-water in situ. Accordingly a. group of us, men and women of all ages, and of all degrees. of scepticism—for I doubt if there was a single believer- in the efficacy of the rod, though the squire himself and a friend preserved a judicious silence—gathered last Friday after breakfast on the lawn before Wootton House, to await the arrival of the water-doctor whom the agent had gone- to meet at the station. It was agreed on all hands that. a preliminary test should be applied, and that the lawn on which we stood offered quite admirable facilities for this purpose. For, more than two hundred years ago, John Evelyn had diverted a portion of the stream, which- runs down the valley in which the house stands, for the purpose of making a fountain on the terraces. (Let it be noted in passing, that the lead-work of that fountain has. needed no repair from that day to this ! There were plumbers in those days !) From this fountain two pipes carry the water into the house, under the lawn on which we stood. Now the lawn turf is as smooth as a billiard-table, without the slightest indication of the whereabouts of these pipes, which indeed, was only known vaguely to the squire, and not at all to au one else of those present. If the divining-rod could discover these, the experiment at "Deer Leap Wood.' might be undertaken with good hope. Well, the doctor, conducted by the steward, arrived in due :course, a stout middle-aged man, of the stamp of a high-class mechanic ; plain and straightforward in speech, and with no pretence whatever to mystery. In answer to our questions, he said,—" He could'nt tell how it came about ; but of this he was sure, that he could find springs and running water. 'Thirty years ago he was working as a mason at Chippen- ham, with a Cornish miner amongst others. He saw this man find wafer with the rod ; had then tried it himself, and found he could do it. That was all he knew. Any one of us might have the same power. Why, two young gentlemen who saw him working at Warleigh, near Bath, had copied him, and found a spring right under their father's library." We listened, and then proposed that he should just try about the lawn. He produced a hazel-twig shaped like a Y, the arms, each some 18 in. long; the point, perhaps, 6 in: I may note, however, that the dimensions can be of no :consequence, for he used at least half-a-dozen in his trials, -cutting them at random out of the hazel-bush as we walked along, and taking no measure of any of them. 'Taking an arm of the Y between the middle fingers of each hand, he walked across the lawn slowly, stooping slightly forward, so as to keep the point downwards, about a foot from the ground. He had not gone a dozen yards before the rod quivered, and then the point rose at once straight up into the air. "There's running water here," he said, "and close to the surface." We marked the spot and followed him, and some twenty-five yards further the point of the Y again sprang up into the air. The steward, who knew -the plans accurately, was appealed to, and admitted that these were the precise spots under which the pipes ran. In answer -to the suggestion that the point sprang up by pressure of his fingers, voluntary or involuntary, he asked two of us to hold the arms beyond his fingers, and see if we could- prevent the point rising. We did so (I being one), and did all we could to keep it pointed downwards, but it rose in spite of us, and I watched his -hands carefully at the same time and could detect no movement whatever of the muscles. Then he broke one of the arms, all &alit the bark, and still the point rose as briskly as ever. Lastly, he proposed that each of us should try if we had the power. We did so, but without success, except that in the case of Mrs. Evelyn and another lady the point trembled, and seemed inclined, though unable, to rise. He then took hold of their wrists, and at once it rose, nearly as promptly as it had -done with him. This was enough ; and we started in procession, on ponies, in carriages, or walking, to Deer Leap Wood, where in the course of an hour he marked with pegs some half-dozen spots, under which running water =will be found at from 70 ft. to 100 ft. He did not pretend to be able to give the exact depth, but only undertook to give the outside limits. And so we all went back to lunch, and Mullins took his fee and departed. I know, Sir, that you have many scientific readers, and can picture to myself the smile tinged with scorn with which they will turn to your next page 'when they get thus far. Well, I own that the boring remains to be done, the results of which I hope to send you in due course. Meantime, let me remind them of a well-known adventure of one of the most famous of their predecessors towards the end of last century. Sir Joseph Banks, botanising on the -downs on a cloudless June day, came across a shepherd, whom he greeted with the customary "Fine' day,"—" Eva," was the reply, "but there'll be heavy rain yet, afore night." Sir Joseph passed on unheeding. and got a thorough drenching before he reached his inn. Next morning be went back, found the shepherd, and put a guinea in his hand, with "Now, my man, -tell me how you knew there was going to be rain yesterday -afternoon." "Whop," said Hodge, with a grin, "I zeed my -mild ram a shovin' hisself back'ards in under thuck girt thornin :bush; and wenever a dooa that there'll sartin sure be heavy
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