Duncan's Ritual of Freemasonry.pdf - FatimaMovement

Our cause is just; let us rush in and seize them."
Upon which the three Fellow Crafts rush forward
over benches and chairs, and secure the ruffians
in no very gentle manner, and lead them to the
Worshipful Master's seat in the east, when one of
them reports to the Master:
"Most Worshipful King Solomon, I, being one
who pursued a westerly course, and, on my
return, after several days of fruit-less search,
being more weary than my companions, sat down
on the brow of a hill to rest and refresh myself;
and, on rising, accidentally caught hold of a sprig
of acacia, 1 which, easily giving way, excited my
suspicions. Having my curiosity aroused, I
examined it, and found it to be a grave."
As soon as the craftsman has finished this report,
another party arrives with the ruffians, and
reports as follows:
"Most Worshipful King Solomon, while sitting
down to rest and refresh ourselves, we heard the
following horrid exclamations from the clefts of
the adjacent rocks. The first was the voice of
Jubela exclaiming: 2 'Oh! that my throat had been
cut across,
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my tongue torn out by its roots, and buried in the
rough sands of the sea, at low-water mark, where
the tide ebbs and flows twice in twenty-four
hours, ere I had been accessory to the death of so
good a man as our Grand Master, Hiram Abiff.'
The second was that of Jubelo, exclaiming: 'Oh!
that my breast had been torn open, my heart
plucked out and placed upon the highest pinnacle
of the Temple, there to be devoured by the