How The First Letter Was Written
Once upon a most early time was a Neolithic man. He was not a Jute or an Angle,
or even a Dravidian, which he might well have been, Best Beloved, but never mind
why. He was a Primitive, and he lived cavily in a Cave, and he wore very few clothes,
and he couldn't read and he couldn't write and he didn't want to, and except when
he was hungry he was quite happy. His name was Tegumai Bopsulai, and that means,
'Man-who-does-not-put-his-foot- forward-in-a-hurry'; but we, O Best Beloved, will
call him Tegumai, for short. And his wife's name was Teshumai Tewindrow, and that
means, 'Lady-who-asks-a-very-many-questions'; but we, O Best Beloved, will call
her Teshumai, for short. And his little girl-daughter's name was Taffimai Metallumai,
and that means, 'Small-person-without-any-manners-who-ought-to-be-spanked'; but
I'm going to call her Taffy. And she was Tegumai Bopsulai's Best Beloved and her
own Mummy's Best Beloved, and she was not spanked half as much as was good for her;
and they were all three very happy. As soon as Taffy could run about she went everywhere
with her Daddy Tegumai, and sometimes they would not come home to the Cave till
they were hungry, and then Teshumai Tewindrow would say, 'Where in the world have
you two been to, to get so shocking dirty? Really, my Tegumai, you're no better
than my Taffy.'
Now attend and listen!
One day Tegumai Bopsulai went down through the beaver-swamp to the Wagai river
to spear carp-fish for dinner, and Taffy went too. Tegumai's spear was made of wood
with shark's teeth at the end, and before he had caught any fish at all he accidentally
broke it clean across by jabbing it down too hard on the bottom of the river. They
were miles and miles from home (of course they had their lunch with them in a little
bag), and Tegumai had forgotten to bring any extra spears.
'Here's a pretty kettle of fish!' said Tegumai. 'It will take me half the day
to mend this.'
'There's your big black spear at home,' said Taffy. 'Let me run back to the Cave
and ask Mummy to give it me.'
'It's too far for your little fat legs,' said Tegumai. 'Besides, you might fall
into the beaver-swamp and be drowned. We must make the best of a bad job.' He sat
down and took out a little leather mendy-bag, full of reindeer-sinews and strips
of leather, and lumps of bee's-wax and resin, and began to mend the spear.
Taffy sat down too, with her toes in the water and her chin in her hand, and
thought very hard. Then she said--'I say, Daddy, it's an awful nuisance that you
and I don't know how to write, isn't it? If we did we could send a message for the
new spear.'
'Taffy,' said Tegumai, 'how often have I told you not to use slang? "Awful" isn't
a pretty word, but it could be a convenience, now you mention it, if we could write
home.'
Just then a Stranger-man came along the river, but he belonged to a far tribe,
the Tewaras, and he did not understand one word of Tegumai's language. He stood
on the bank and smiled at Taffy, because he had a little girl-daughter Of his own
at home. Tegumai drew a hank of deer-sinews from his mendy-bag and began to mend
his spear.
'Come here, said Taffy. 'Do you know where my Mummy lives?' And the Stranger-man
said 'Um!' being, as you know, a Tewara.
'Silly!' said Taffy, and she stamped her foot, because she saw a shoal of very
big carp going up the river just when her Daddy couldn't use his spear.
'Don't bother grown-ups,' said Tegumai, so busy with his spear-mending that he
did not turn round.
'I aren't, said Taffy. 'I only want him to do what I want him to do, and he won't
understand.'
'Then don't bother me, said Tegumai, and he went on pulling and straining at
the deer-sinews with his mouth full of loose ends. The Stranger-man--a genuine Tewara
he was--sat down on the grass, and Taffy showed him what her Daddy was doing. The
Stranger-man thought, this is a very wonderful child. She stamps her foot at me
and she makes faces. She must be the daughter of that noble Chief who is so great
that he won't take any notice of me.' So he smiled more politely than ever.
'Now,' said Taffy, 'I want you to go to my Mummy, because your legs are longer
than mine, and you won't fall into the beaver-swamp, and ask for Daddy's other spear--the
one with the black handle that hangs over our fireplace.'
The Stranger-man (and he was a Tewara) thought, 'This is a very, very wonderful
child. She waves her arms and she shouts at me, but I don't understand a word of
what she says. But if I don't do what she wants, I greatly fear that that haughty
Chief, Man-who-turns-his-back-on-callers, will be angry.' He got up and twisted
a big flat piece of bark off a birch-tree and gave it to Taffy. He did this, Best
Beloved, to show that his heart was as white as the birch-bark and that he meant
no harm; but Taffy didn't quite understand.
'Oh!' said she. 'Now I see! You want my Mummy's living-address? Of course I can't
write, but I can draw pictures if I've anything sharp to scratch with. Please lend
me the shark's tooth off your necklace.'
The Stranger-man (and he was a Tewara) didn't say anything, So Taffy put up her
little hand and pulled at the beautiful bead and seed and shark-tooth necklace round
his neck.
The Stranger-man (and he was a Tewara) thought, 'This is a very, very, very wonderful
child. The shark's tooth on my necklace is a magic shark's tooth, and I was always
told that if anybody touched it without my leave they would immediately swell up
or burst, but this child doesn't swell up or burst, and that important Chief, Man-who-attends-strictly-to-his-business,
who has not yet taken any notice of me at all, doesn't seem to be afraid that she
will swell up or burst. I had better be more polite.'
So he gave Taffy the shark's tooth, and she lay down flat on her tummy with her
legs in the air, like some people on the drawing-room floor when they want to draw
pictures, and she said, 'Now I'll draw you some beautiful pictures! You can look
over my shoulder, but you mustn't joggle. First I'll draw Daddy fishing. It isn't
very like him; but Mummy will know, because I've drawn his spear all broken. Well,
now I'll draw the other spear that he wants, the black-handled spear. It looks as
if it was sticking in Daddy's back, but that's because the shark's tooth slipped
and this piece of bark isn't big enough. That's the spear I want you to fetch; so
I'll draw a picture of me myself 'splaining to you. My hair doesn't stand up like
I've drawn, but it's easier to draw that way. Now I'll draw you. I think you're
very nice really, but I can't make you pretty in the picture, so you mustn't be
'fended. Are you 'fended?'
The Stranger-man (and he was a Tewara) smiled. He thought, 'There must be a big
battle going to be fought somewhere, and this extraordinary child, who takes my
magic shark's tooth but who does not swell up or burst, is telling me to call all
the great Chief's tribe to help him. He is a great Chief, or he would have noticed
me.
'Look,' said Taffy, drawing very hard and rather scratchily, 'now I've drawn
you, and I've put the spear that Daddy wants into your hand, just to remind you
that you're to bring it. Now I'll show you how to find my Mummy's living-address.
You go along till you come to two trees (those are trees), and then you go over
a hill (that's a hill), and then you come into a beaver-swamp all full of beavers.
I haven't put in all the beavers, because I can't draw beavers, but I've drawn their
heads, and that's all you'll see of them when you cross the swamp. Mind you don't
fall in! Then our Cave is just beyond the beaver-swamp. It isn't as high as the
hills really, but I can't draw things very small. That's my Mummy outside. She is
beautiful. She is the most beautifullest Mummy there ever was, but she won't be
'fended when she sees I've drawn her so plain. She'll be pleased of me because I
can draw. Now, in case you forget, I've drawn the spear that Daddy wants outside
our Cave. It's inside really, but you show the picture to my Mummy and she'll give
it you. I've made her holding up her hands, because I know she'll be so pleased
to see you. Isn't it a beautiful picture? And do you quite understand, or shall
I 'splain again?'
The Stranger-man (and he was a Tewara) looked at the picture and nodded very
hard. He said to himself,' If I do not fetch this great Chief's tribe to help him,
he will be slain by his enemies who are coming up on all sides with spears. Now
I see why the great Chief pretended not to notice me! He feared that his enemies
were hiding in the bushes and would see him. Therefore he turned to me his back,
and let the wise and wonderful child draw the terrible picture showing me his difficulties.
I will away and get help for him from his tribe.' He did not even ask Taffy the
road, but raced off into the bushes like the wind, with the birch-bark in his hand,
and Taffy sat down most pleased.
Now this is the picture that Taffy had drawn for him!
'What have you been doing, Taffy?' said Tegumai. He had mended his spear and
was carefully waving it to and fro.
'It's a little berangement of my own, Daddy dear,' said Taffy. 'If you won't
ask me questions, you'll know all about it in a little time, and you'll be surprised.
You don't know how surprised you'll be, Daddy! Promise you'll be surprised.'
'Very well,' said Tegumai, and went on fishing.
The Stranger-man--did you know he was a Tewara?--hurried away with the picture
and ran for some miles, till quite by accident he found Teshumai Tewindrow at the
door of her Cave, talking to some other Neolithic ladies who had come in to a Primitive
lunch. Taffy was very like Teshumai, especially about the upper part of the face
and the eyes, so the Stranger-man--always a pure Tewara--smiled politely and handed
Teshumai the birch-bark. He had run hard, so that he panted, and his legs were scratched
with brambles, but he still tried to be polite.
As soon as Teshumai saw the picture she screamed like anything and flew at the
Stranger-man. The other Neolithic ladies at once knocked him down and sat on him
in a long line of six, while Teshumai pulled his hair.
'It's as plain as the nose on this Stranger-man's face,' she said. 'He has stuck
my Tegumai all full of spears, and frightened poor Taffy so that her hair stands
all on end; and not content with that, he brings me a horrid picture of how it was
done. Look!' She showed the picture to all the Neolithic ladies sitting patiently
on the Stranger-man. 'Here is my Tegumai with his arm broken; here is a spear sticking
into his back; here is a man with a spear ready to throw; here is another man throwing
a spear from a Cave, and here are a whole pack of people' (they were Taffy's beavers
really, but they did look rather like people) 'coming up behind Tegumai. Isn't it
shocking!'
'Most shocking!' said the Neolithic ladies, and they filled the Stranger-man's
hair with mud (at which he was surprised), and they beat upon the Reverberating
Tribal Drums, and called together all the chiefs of the Tribe of Tegumai, with their
Hetmans and Dolmans, all Neguses, Woons, and Akhoonds of the organisation, in addition
to the Warlocks, Angekoks, Juju-men, Bonzes, and the rest, who decided that before
they chopped the Stranger-man's head off he should instantly lead them down to the
river and show them where he had hidden poor Taffy.
By this time the Stranger-man (in spite of being a Tewara) was really annoyed.
They had filled his hair quite solid with mud; they had rolled him up and down on
knobby pebbles; they had sat upon him in a long line of six; they had thumped him
and bumped him till he could hardly breathe; and though he did not understand their
language, he was almost sure that the names the Neolithic ladies called him were
not ladylike. However, he said nothing till all the Tribe of Tegumai were assembled,
and then he led them back to the bank of the Wagai river, and there they found Taffy
making daisy-chains, and Tegumai carefully spearing small carp with his mended spear.
'Well, you have been quick!' said Taffy. 'But why did you bring so many people?
Daddy dear, this is my surprise. Are you surprised, Daddy?'
'Very,' said Tegumai; 'but it has ruined all my fishing for the day. Why, the
whole dear, kind, nice, clean, quiet Tribe is here, Taffy.'
And so they were. First of all walked Teshumai Tewindrow and the Neolithic ladies,
tightly holding on to the Stranger-man, whose hair was full of mud (although he
was a Tewara). Behind them came the Head Chief, the Vice-Chief, the Deputy and Assistant
Chiefs (all armed to the upper teeth), the Hetmans and Heads of Hundreds, Platoffs
with their Platoons, and Dolmans with their Detachments; Woons, Neguses, and Akhoonds
ranking in the rear (still armed to the teeth). Behind them was the Tribe in hierarchical
order, from owners of four caves (one for each season), a private reindeer-run,
and two salmon-leaps, to feudal and prognathous Villeins, semi-entitled to half
a bearskin of winter nights, seven yards from the fire, and adscript serfs, holding
the reversion of a scraped marrow-bone under heriot (Aren't those beautiful words,
Best Beloved?). They were all there, prancing and shouting, and they frightened
every fish for twenty miles, and Tegumai thanked them in a fluid Neolithic oration.
Then Teshumai Tewindrow ran down and kissed and hugged Taffy very much indeed;
but the Head Chief of the Tribe of Tegumai took Tegumai by the top-knot feathers
and shook him severely.
'Explain! Explain! Explain!' cried all the Tribe of Tegumai.
'Goodness' sakes alive!' said Tegumai. 'Let go of my top-knot. Can't a man break
his carp-spear without the whole countryside descending on him? You're a very interfering
people.'
'I don't believe you've brought my Daddy's black-handled spear after all,' said
Taffy. 'And what are you doing to my nice Stranger-man?'
They were thumping him by twos and threes and tens till his eyes turned round
and round. He could only gasp and point at Taffy.
'Where are the bad people who speared you, my darling?' said Teshumai Tewindrow.
'There weren't any,' said Tegumai. 'My only visitor this morning was the poor
fellow that you are trying to choke. Aren't you well, or are you ill, O Tribe of
Tegumai?'
'He came with a horrible picture,' said the Head Chief,--'a picture that showed
you were full of spears.'
'Er-um-Pr'aps I'd better 'splain that I gave him that picture,' said Taffy, but
she did not feel quite comfy.
'You!' said the Tribe of Tegumai all together. 'Small-person-with-no-manners-who-ought-to-be-spanked!
You?'
'Taffy dear, I'm afraid we're in for a little trouble,' said her Daddy, and put
his arm round her, so she didn't care.
'Explain! Explain! Explain!' said the Head Chief of the Tribe of Tegumai, and
he hopped on one foot.
'I wanted the Stranger-man to fetch Daddy's spear, so I drawded it,' said Taffy.
'There wasn't lots of spears. There was only one spear. I drawded it three times
to make sure. I couldn't help it looking as if it stuck into Daddy's head--there
wasn't room on the birch-bark; and those things that Mummy called bad people are
my beavers. I drawded them to show him the way through the swamp; and I drawded
Mummy at the mouth of the Cave looking pleased because he is a nice Stranger-man,
and I think you are just the stupidest people in the world,' said Taffy. 'He is
a very nice man. Why have you filled his hair with mud? Wash him!'
Nobody said anything at all for a longtime, till the Head Chief laughed; then
the Stranger-man (who was at least a Tewara) laughed; then Tegumai laughed till
he fell down flat on the bank; then all the Tribe laughed more and worse and louder.
The only people who did not laugh were Teshumai Tewindrow and all the Neolithic
ladies. They were very polite to all their husbands, and said 'Idiot!' ever so often.
Then the Head Chief of the Tribe of Tegumai cried and said and sang, 'O Small-person-with-out-any-manners-who-ought-to-be-spanked,
you've hit upon a great invention!'
'I didn't intend to; I only wanted Daddy's black-handled spear,' said Taffy.
'Never mind. It is a great invention, and some day men will call it writing.
At present it is only pictures, and, as we have seen to-day, pictures are not always
properly understood. But a time will come, O Babe of Tegumai, when we shall make
letters--all twenty-six of 'em,--and when we shall be able to read as well as to
write, and then we shall always say exactly what we mean without any mistakes. Let
the Neolithic ladies wash the mud out of the stranger's hair.'
'I shall be glad of that,' said Taffy, 'because, after all, though you've brought
every single other spear in the Tribe of Tegumai, you've forgotten my Daddy's black-handled
spear.'
Then the Head Chief cried and said and sang, 'Taffy dear, the next time you write
a picture-letter, you'd better send a man who can talk our language with it, to
explain what it means. I don't mind it myself, because I am a Head Chief, but it's
very bad for the rest of the Tribe of Tegumai, and, as you can see, it surprises
the stranger.'
Then they adopted the Stranger-man (a genuine Tewara of Tewar) into the Tribe
of Tegumai, because he was a gentleman and did not make a fuss about the mud that
the Neolithic ladies had put into his hair. But from that day to this (and I suppose
it is all Taffy's fault), very few little girls have ever liked learning to read
or write. Most of them prefer to draw pictures and play about with their Daddies--just
like Taffy.
THERE runs a road by Merrow Down-- A grassy track to-day it is An hour out of
Guildford town, Above the river Wey it is.
Here, when they heard the horse-bells ring, The ancient Britons dressed and rode
To watch the dark Phoenicians bring Their goods along the Western Road.
And here, or hereabouts, they met To hold their racial talks and such-- To barter
beads for Whitby jet, And tin for gay shell torques and such.
But long and long before that time (When bison used to roam on it) Did Taffy
and her Daddy climb That down, and had their home on it.
Then beavers built in Broadstone brook And made a swamp where Bramley stands:
And hears from Shere would come and look For Taffimai where Shamley stands.
The Wey, that Taffy called Wagai, Was more than six times bigger then; And all
the Tribe of Tegumai They cut a noble figure then!
A post-story note: It can be very useful to rememeber that what most drives us are the myths and stories we tell ourselves. They influence the things we desire, the way we see the world, the things we delete or include and the distortions we make in our perceptions. What do you notice about this story? If you were to re tell it from memory, what parts would you remember? Why?
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