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Updated: May 28, 2025
This suggestion is confirmed by the analogy of the marvellous properties popularly ascribed to the mythical fern-seed, which is popularly supposed to bloom like gold or fire on Midsummer Eve. Thus in Bohemia it is said that "on St. John's Day fern-seed blooms with golden blossoms that gleam like fire."
Here the blood is clearly the blood of the sun, from which the fern-seed is thus directly derived. Thus it may be taken as probable that fern-seed is golden, because it is believed to be an emanation of the sun's golden fire.
She was in fact and deed: "We have the receipt of fern-seed; we walk invisible." I was the phantom invisible, intangible. The pair beside, the unembarrassed realities. Do phantoms reflect? That privilege was mine. Let memory treasure every detail of the scene, every vestige of its incidents. "Kidj-o-bang" had vanished. There was its cell.
Now it is a property of this mythical fern-seed that whoever has it, or will ascend a mountain holding it in his hand on Midsummer Eve, will discover a vein of gold or will see the treasures of the earth shining with a bluish flame.
I might as well have "had the receipt of fern-seed and walked invisible" for all the attention I excited.
In Brittany treasure-seekers gather fern-seed at midnight on Midsummer Eve, and keep it till Palm Sunday of the following year; then they strew the seed on the ground where they think a treasure is concealed.
The "snow-flakes" wear protective colors, and, like most other animals, are of opinion that, for such as lack the receipt of fern-seed, there is often nothing safer than to sit still.
How shall I tell without her help where I am or whither I go? 'She will be half way to the top of her hill by midnight. 'An' thou speak by the card, then is it time that Marquis and I were going. 'Here, take thee some fern-seed in thy pouch, that thou may walk invisible, said the old woman.
'And how comes that? said Bertram. 'Ou, I dinna ken; I daur say it's nonsense, but they say she has gathered the fern-seed, and can gang ony gate she likes, like Jock the Giant-killer in the ballant, wi' his coat o' darkness and his shoon o' swiftness.
His wife then called him, thinking he must have hid himself, but he only replied, "Why do you call me? Here I am right before you." At last he became aware that he was invisible, and, remembering how he had walked in the meadow on the preceding evening, it struck him that he might possibly have fern-seed in his shoes.
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