CHAPTER V

EPHRATA

That we may lead a quiet and peaceful life in all godliness

and honesty.

--New Testament.

In this wise Sonnlein and I came to Ephrata, the "fruitful," or like

Bethlehem of Judea, the "House of Bread," and in this beautiful,

peaceful camp, whose narrow domains embraced the rich, green meadows

along the northern banks of the gentle Cocalico and the higher ground,

named by us Mount Sinai, rising from the meadows, Sonnlein and I were

destined to learn, after the long lapse of years, the mystery of his

coming to me. Surely, then, I may look for forgiveness if at times I

delay my story to tell somewhat of the manner of our life with the rest

of the Solitary in this little forest-hidden corner of our large world.

When our little party arrived at Ephrata, we received a grave but none

the less soul-satisfying welcome; but as the Solitary always had great

regard for the value of time, we new-comers, without waiting to be bid,

at once added our labors toward the completion of Kedar, which though by

now was under roof, was unprepared for its sacred purposes.

I fear no contradiction when I state that this structure was different

from anything then to be found in the New World. As in the building of

our cabins, there was no iron whatever used in the construction of

Kedar. The material used was the timber we cut from the trees in the

forest about us. The spaces between the framework and the floor joists

were filled with wet clay from the banks of the Cocalico and cut grass

from the meadow, the sides then being coated with a thin layer of lime

prepared from the rocks near by. This filling was a peculiarity also of

all our large later structures and had the advantage that it made the

house warm in winter and cool in summer, and what was also exceedingly

desirable, this filling was impervious to vermin. Incredible as it may

seem, even our fireplaces and chimneys were built of wood and lined with

this mixture.

In height, Kedar was of three stories, of which the chief one was in the

middle. This contained the _Saal_, or meeting room, as well as the

rooms necessary for holding the _agapae_, or love feasts. The first

story, or ground floor, was divided off into small rooms or cells called

_Kammern_, for the Solitary. These cells were so exceedingly small that

the Solitary had barely room to turn about though there was but one

Solitary to each _Kammer_. The white walls, in their symbolism of

heavenly purity, were utterly bare of ornament. There were no paintings

or pictures, magnificent or otherwise; in their stead the occupant of

his narrow cell had but to look out of the only window, glass and small,

and soothe his longing by gazing on a most glorious picture of rich

meadow, sparkling stream, waving forests, dim, distant mountains, and

blue sky above, all painted and framed for us by Infinite power and

love. The only furniture was the hard, narrow, wooden bench that ran at

a right angle along the length and the adjacent width, and on these

religiously uncomfortable beds, with their flesh-mortifying wooden

blocks for pillows, the Solitary, after their daily toil, could sleep,

unvexed by troublesome consciences, with such peace and refreshing as

many a king in all his idle luxury might well envy. The only mitigation

against the chilling winter was our daily dress and the heat that

sometimes drifted in to us from the fire-place in the little hall at the

end of the narrow corridors leading into the _Kammern_.

The uppermost story of Kedar was given to the spiritual virgins who had

pledged themselves to a communal life. Shortly after, the ground floor

was handed over to the strictest of the single Brethren for a similar

purpose, these being Brothers Wohlforth, Meyle, Just, and Theonis, while

two of the Eckerlings, Israel and Gabriel, as well as Brother

Kalckgläser and Sonnlein and myself, as being the most important in the

community, outside of Brother Beissel, who occupied his little cabin in

the meadow, were quartered in the _Berghaus_.

Even before Kedar was wholly finished, _Nachtmetten_, or night meetings,

were instituted by the Solitary. These were religious meetings held

every midnight; for it was at that hour the great Judge was expected to

come. At first they lasted four hours from midnight, but as this allowed

so little time for necessary rest, two hours were held sufficient. It

was arranged that the Brethren should hold their devotions first at

these night meetings and after they had filed out of the _Saal_ the

Sisters would enter for their hour of prayer; but this was soon changed

so that the midnight prayers were held jointly. This arrangement soon

gave rise to such gossip and scandal among the enemies of our community

that Brother Beissel exhorted the Brothers and Sisters to pray earnestly

that these evil-minded ones might still their tongues; but though we

prayed earnestly and in all faith these gossiping tongues were

something even prayer and faith could not stop and so after these joint

meetings had continued a few months our good Brother Sigmund Landert

proposed to Brother Beissel that Kedar should be kept exclusively as a

Sister House, in which event Brother Landert promised he would out of

the wealth God had vouchsafed him, build a house adjoining Kedar, the

new structure to be used exclusively for assembly purposes, provided,

however, that he and his two daughters be received into the settlement.

Though Brother Beissel objected at first, matters so arranged themselves

finally that through the generosity and devotion of Brother Landert and

another Brother, Hermann Zinn, a large edifice was constructed on the

hillside, the _Bethaus_, House of Prayer. Besides the large _Saal_ for

joint meetings and public worship there were ample room for the love

feasts, and at the time of the completion of the _Bethaus_ the _Saal_

was the largest and most imposing room for public worship in the

province. At one end, toward the east of the _Saal_, was a raised

platform for the gray-bearded fathers, while on either side of the

length of the _Saal_ ran the _Por-kirchen_, or galleries for the

Solitary, the Brothers sitting on one side and the Sisters on the other.

The body, or main floor of the _Saal_, was for the secular members, or

householders, as we called them; for be it known our community was not

composed entirely of Brothers and Sisters pledged to lives of celibacy,

but in addition to these we had a large number of members from the

country round about us, husbands and wives and their children, who

believed as we did, that the Seventh Day was the true Lord's Day, and

who differed from us in belief in this only that they practised not

celibacy.

The _Bethaus_, like Kedar, was built entirely of wood, and clay and

grass for the filling, the walls inside being made snowy white with

lime, the only decoration being a number of proverbs and sentences of

Scripture written in ornamental German characters, in script, known as

_Fracturschrift_, which became famous far and wide for its beauty, and

even now, after the passage of over half a century, these proverbs and

sentences remain on the walls of our meeting-houses as clear and

beautiful as the day they were first written.

Upon the completion of the _Bethaus_, the Brethren who had been

quartered on the ground floor of Kedar were again relegated to the

cabins and henceforth Kedar was handed over to the Sisterhood, and the

_Saal_ upon the second floor now became the chapel of the Order of the

Spiritual Virgins, and from that time on, while the night meetings of

the Sisters were held in the _Saal_ of Kedar, the Brethren held their

meetings in the _Saal_ of the _Bethaus_ for a number of years.

Thus, these buildings were the foundation for a more perfect communal

life and in pursuance of which all the provisions were delivered to the

Sisters in their kitchen, who daily prepared a supper for the entire

settlement, in the large dining hall, the Brothers and Sisters divided

from each other by a screen, everything being done in order and

reverence according to the leading of the Holy Ghost.

About this time too occurred the first, so far as I know, of those

mysterious manifestations that for so many years were a great

bewilderment and anxiety not so much to the rest of the community as to

me, for that with rare exceptions it chanced I must be the chief witness

of the doings of this strange being that so long harassed us.

Even before Kedar was fully completed--being, however, far enough

advanced for dedication to its glorious purposes--Brother Beissel made

great preparations for a general love feast; and _Einlader_, or

inviters, were sent throughout the province, especially among all the

German Baptists and English Sabbatarians, requesting them to participate

in the dedicatory services. As the time approached, ample preparations

were made for a great multitude; for from all the reports brought unto

us by our messengers we could not doubt but that there would be a great

gathering in our humble little community to take part in the dedication,

and to this day--and I like not to be considered superstitious--I

cannot account for the failure of the dedication other than through this

mysterious influence; for as a matter of fact but few strangers

presented themselves, the only exception being that quite a number of

English Sabbatarians from the French Creek visited us and took an active

part in the exercises.

But not only were we greatly depressed by the failure of the invited

ones to come and add to the glory of the occasion their presence and

their praise and prayer, but the night preceding the love feast was

exceedingly dark and cloudy. Moreover, as the darkness grew the clouds

seemed to gather heavier and heavier overhead, so that toward midnight

the gloom and depression were almost overpowering, so much so that about

an hour before midnight, Sonnlein being sound asleep, I arose--so

unaccountably disturbed and troubled I could not sleep--and made my way,

why or how I know not, for I seemed almost as one walking in his sleep,

toward the cabin where Brother Beissel was slumbering down in the

meadow. Suddenly, although I saw not his little hut, I heard a howl like

one in pain coming from the direction where I knew our brother's hut

should be. Then another cry as in pain and a sound as if some one were

beating another with great force and violence. I rushed blindly on in

the darkness stumbling and floundering until ere I knew it I had run up

against what with feeling around I found to be a hut. From within came

moans and groans but the beating had ceased while with the moaning and

groaning were mingled a sort of snarling and growling and muttering as

of some wild beast. I had just reached the doorway, the door being wide

open, when suddenly there rushed out a something which as it passed

struck me a most violent blow across the eyes fairly staggering me so

that all I could do was to make a wild clutch at the beast, or fiend,

that was now speeding away leaving a trail of snarlings and growlings

and cacklings such as human being could scarce make.

Recovering from the smarting blow over my eyes, I groped my way inside

only to hear Brother Beissel say feebly, "Art come again, thou Prince of

Darkness, to persecute me?"

"'Tis not the Prince of Darkness, brother; whatever hath been here hath

fled; 'tis Brother Miller," whereupon with all his bravery he leaned

against me for support, seeming to find great comfort in my being there.

"Surely the Evil One hath troubled me most sorely this night," said our

leader more strongly now.

"But I smell not brimstone or fire, brother; dost thou?" I asked.

"Nay, but I tell thee 'twas the foul fiend himself; most grievously did

he beat me with his long tail."

"With his tail, brother--surely thou meanest not that?" I protested.

"But I tell thee Beelzebub took his tail in his claws and beat me. Did I

not see him in all the darkness, lift his forked tail on high and bring

it down on me; and all the while he spat and snarled as though he were

about to rend me asunder."

"Why didst not cross thyself?"

"The foul one came so sudden. I verily believe he rose up through the

floor. I heard him not open the door and I sleep lightly."

"Yet thy door was open wide when I found thy hut; and if 'twas the

devil, he left not the way thou sayest he came; for devil or beast as it

rushed out the door, this evil thing struck me across the face so it

still burneth."

"'Twas the Prince of Evil," still persisted Brother Beissel; "full well

he seeth how we are shaking the walls of his foul kingdom. He thinketh

to terrify us all by assailing me, your leader," and even in the

darkness of the cabin I could see our commander straighten himself up as

though he feared not a legion of devils, and in truth, Brother Beissel

feared neither man nor devil, and I know now that it was my brother's

undaunted will and courage more than aught else that ever gave him such

sway over my gentler, cowardly nature.

Knowing he was firm in his belief I cared not to dispute with him then

that I thought it might not be the Evil One; but that, perhaps, some

wild animal had strayed into his hut or else some of our enemies had

taken this dark night for an opportunity to beat him, it being well

known that among the German settlers were those who were greatly

incensed at our leader for that the wives of some of them had left their

homes and joined the spiritual virgins; and, indeed, there were those

who upon hearing of the matter the next day declared that no doubt our

leader had been persecuted by some one of our unfriendly neighbors. But

most of the Solitary were just as firm in the belief which our leader

unhesitatingly proclaimed, that the Prince of Darkness, being greatly

exercised with our inroads into his kingdom had sought our leader in

person, thinking no doubt to terrify him from further fighting against

the powers of sin. Be that as it may, while I at the time hardly knew

which side to join with, I myself felt certain in later years that our

community in the person of Brother Beissel had received the first

manifestation of that evil influence I had such good cause to dread for

so many years.

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