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Irish Review (Dublin) The Silent Race Author(s): Standish O'Grady Source: The Irish Review (Dublin), Vol. 1, No. 7 (Sep., 1911), pp. 313-321 Published by: Irish Review (Dublin) Stable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/30062738 . Accessed: 14/06/2014 05:40 Your use of the JSTOR archive indicates your acceptance of the Terms & Conditions of Use, available at . http://www.jstor.org/page/info/about/policies/terms.jsp . JSTOR is a not-for-profit service that helps scholars, researchers, and students discover, use, and build upon a wide range of content in a trusted digital archive. We use information technology and tools to increase productivity and facilitate new forms of scholarship. For more information about JSTOR, please contact [email protected]. Irish Review (Dublin) is collaborating with JSTOR to digitize, preserve and extend access to The Irish Review (Dublin). http://www.jstor.org This content downloaded from 185.44.77.128 on Sat, 14 Jun 2014 05:40:03 AM All use subject to JSTOR Terms and Conditions THE IRISH REVIEW 4 C~MIONTHLY MIAGAZINE OF IRISH LITERATURE, e4RT & SCIENCE SEPTEMBER 911 The Silent Race By STANDISH O' uRADY WHEN Byron was brooding over the possibility of an insurgent and re-surgent Greece, he thought especially of the Dorians, whether any true Dorian blood still ran there to answer the call of the captains, and thought there did. " On Suli's steep and Parga's shore Exists the remnant of a line Such as the Doric mothers bore: And here perhaps some seed is sown The Heracleidan blood might own." "Heracleidan," for the Doric-Spartan Chiefs claimed descent from Heracles. When Milton saw the Satanic hosts pass in review under the eyes of their dread commander, their visages and stature as of gods, their order and discipline, their intricate rhythmic martial combinations and separations, and felt in every sym- pathetic nerve the presence there of death-defying courage, of VOL.1. NO'7. 3 3 This content downloaded from 185.44.77.128 on Sat, 14 Jun 2014 05:40:03 AM All use subject to JSTOR Terms and Conditions THE IRISH REVIEW silent resolved loyalty and bravery, he, too, thought of the Dorians: " Anonthey move In perfect phalanx to the Dorian mood Of flutes and soft recorders." Who were the Dorians ? A little to the north of Delphi on the map of North Greece you will find a small, vacant white spot, showing clear in the midst of the darkly-marked surrounding mountains. There a bowl-shaped hollow in the hills supplies the husbandmanwith a field for his labour. It is an alluvial valley and plain, good for corn and kine, for the apple and vine, the olive and the fig, a green land fit for the sustenance of man and beast, and traversed by many streams and rivulets descending from the hills which gird it round upon all sides. That little valley was the cradle and nursery of one of the world's great races, the mountain eyrie of an eagle brood. At some time far beyond the reach of history, a-little Greek Clan who called themselves Children of Dorus-and so the Dorians--in one way or another got possession of the valley and called it after their own name, Doris. Like all the Greeks, they seem to have come down out of the north-west, from Illyria. They establishedfriendly relations with the neighbour- ing Hellenes, with the Phocians, the Aetolians, the Ozolian and Opuntian Locrians, especially with the sacred families who held and administered holy Delphi where Apollo dwelt and gave oracles, chief counsellor and adviser of all the Hellenes in his time. He was especially dear to the Dorians. Their ancestor, Dorus, was his son. In that little plain in the hills the Dorians lived, throve, and multiplied, utterly ignored by the great Hellenic* world outside, known only, but creditably known, to their own neighbours. The civilized Greek world knew nothing about them. Homer, who has celebrated those more ancient 314 This content downloaded from 185.44.77.128 on Sat, 14 Jun 2014 05:40:03 AM All use subject to JSTOR Terms and Conditions THE SILENT RACE neighbouring nations, was quite ignorant of the strong, quiet little nation that dwelt here, hidden from all eyes, like a child unborn. Here, nevertheless, was generated, conceived, and grew to birth, adolescence and maturity, one of the greatest of Earth's human races, that one, too, which, strangely enough, had the least to say about itself. But for their deeds and but for that rare gift of speech which was enjoyed by other Greek races we would to-day know nothing at all about the Dorians. That bowl-shaped depression in the hills above Delphi, the cradle and nursery of the Dorians, was no greater as to area than an Irish barony or English hundred. A man might stroll across the Dorian territory from boundary to boundary between sunrise and noon in a leisurely manner, pausing often to observe the mountain scenery, the vine plantations and corn-fields, and to converse with the people, responding not too copiously in their clear, pure Doric Greek. But in this small space a great people were being fashioned by destiny, and carefully guarded there in that remote fastness from the influences which were elsewhere corrupting and destroying Hellenic peoples once as noble as themselves. I do not believe that the little original Clan coming down hither out of Illyria, with their mules and donkeys carrying their small possessions, fought their way. I believe that they bought it. Brave as any, the insane war passion was never strong in any of the Hellenes. All we know is that the Dorians came and made their home there, and that no one was able, or even perhaps willing, to make them go away. The little Clan soon threw out sub-clans, branches of the parent stockl, till the valley all over was dotted with villages, patriarchial small states of the primitive village-commune type, united like one family in a bond of common blood and traditions, inter-alliances by marriage, friendly mutual services, and the en- thusiastic common worship of Apollo, who, unseen, was always in their midst. Then out of these scattered villages of the tribe, according to an instinct common to all the Greek race, there emerged four 315 This content downloaded from 185.44.77.128 on Sat, 14 Jun 2014 05:40:03 AM All use subject to JSTOR Terms and Conditions THE IRISH REVIEW city states; four or six villages combining to create a city with a great satisfying civic life not attainable through villages. But the four Dorian cities were friends, though each had its own distinct life, four queens, but also four sisters, hence the historic Dorian Tetrapolis, the four-citied state of Doris. These city states were Pindus, Erineum, Cytinium, and Borium. Favoured by God and Man the Dorians multiplied and pro- spered, till the time came when they felt an oppressive need of expansion, that the time had come for the bursting of those mountain barriers, the sending forth of a new nation. The Dorian hive swarmed. All the wild surrounding regions, held too by friendly neighbours who regarded them with affection and respect, per- haps with awe, did not supply a country fit for settlement. There were two ways by which they might break forth into the outer world; one northwards through the country of the Opuntian Locrians to the Ambracian Gulf, and thence to the Thracian coast, the Hellespont and Black Sea. The other lay southward through the country of the Ozolian Locrians to the Corinthian Gulf, where the whole Mediterranean lay before them. They chose this last way. But the Dorians, sheer inlanders as they were, ploughmen and vine-dressersand shep- herds, knew nothing of the sea. They had no ships, and did not know how to build them. But that was nothing: Greek lads, the quickest, most intelligent and versatile of mankind, could rapidly learn to do or to make anything in reason, and the Dorians were as Greek as any. Dorian lads crossed the hills, came down to the port of Naupactus (it means the place of the making of ships), and there from older and wiser men, the native Naupactian ship carpenters,soon learned how to build ships--big transportships and long, swift brazen-beaked,deadly-looking war ships, pente- conters with twenty-five oars on each side. The trireme, with her three banks of oars on each side, had not yet been in- vented. There the young Dorians learned rapidly how to 3i6 This content downloaded from 185.44.77.128 on Sat, 14 Jun 2014 05:40:03 AM All use subject to JSTOR Terms and Conditions THE SILENT RACE build ships, and row them and sail them, and the whole art of marine navigation as well, till the inland agricultural andpastoral Dorians became as familiarwith the Sea as with the Earth, and exchanged the lowing of kine and the bleating of sheep for the roaring of waves and the howling of storms. Soon the Dorian mountaineersbecame the most daring, ex- perienced,and far-travelling of all seafaringnations. You, young men and lads of my own time, who intend to play a bravepart and to be yourselvesthe foundersof nations,do not forget the lesson of Naupactusand the Dorianboys learning seamanshipthere. When you have well foundedyour inland food-producingindustrial commonwealth let the first colony, or one of the first, be planted by you upon the seaboard,and establishthere your own Naupactus,well suppliedby you of the interiorwith food, timber, tools, raw materials,and everything that a stirringIrish Naupactusmight require.