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Sphakia – The Vampires<br />
in the exotic – and <strong>here</strong> gruesome – which informs all his book. He was<br />
a professional botanist, erudite and observant.<br />
On the tenth day after the peasant’s death a Mass was said, in order<br />
to drive out the demon which animated the corpse. After the Mass they<br />
took up the body, and the town butcher tried to extract the heart.<br />
The butcher, an otd clumsy fellow, first opens the belly instead of the breast:<br />
he groped a long while among the entrails, but could not find what he looked<br />
for: at last somebody told him he should cut up the diaphragm. The heart was<br />
pulled out, to the admiration of all the spectators. In the mean time, the corpse<br />
stunk so abominably, that they were obliged to burn frankincense; but the<br />
smoke mixing with the exhalations from the carcass, increased the stink, and<br />
began to muddle the poor peoples’ pericranies. Their imagination, struck with<br />
the spectacle before them, grew full of visions. It came into their noddles, that a<br />
thick smoke arose out of the body; we durst not say ‘twas the smoke of incense.<br />
They were incessantly bawling out vroukolakas . . . this is the name they give to<br />
these pretended redivivi. . . . Several t<strong>here</strong> present averred, that the wretch’s<br />
blood was extremely red: the butcher swore the body was still warm; whence<br />
they concluded, that the deceased was a very ill man for not being thorowly<br />
dead, or in plain terms, for suffering himself to be reanimated by Old Nick;<br />
which is the notion they have of a vroukolakas. They then roared out that name<br />
in a stupendous manner. Just at this time came in a flock of people, loudly<br />
protesting they plainly perceived the body was not grown stiff, when it was<br />
carried from the fields to church to be buried, and that consequently it was a<br />
true vroukolakas, which word was still the burden of the song.<br />
Tournefort attempted rational explanation of these phenomena. It<br />
was not surprising that rotting entrails should Feel warm: a dung heap<br />
if turned over will emit fumes; the blood on the butcher’s hands, so far<br />
from being red, was a ‘nasty stinking smear’.<br />
Despite these arguments, the people decided to burn the dead man’s<br />
heart on the seashore; but even this had no effect; he went on with his<br />
racket more furiously than ever, and was accused of beating people up,<br />
breaking down doors and roofs, tearing clothes, emptying bottles, like a<br />
common or garden poltergeist. ‘Nothing could be more miserable than<br />
the condition of this island; all the inhabitants seemed frightened out<br />
of their senses; the wisest among them were stricken like the rest: ‘twas<br />
an epidemical disease of the brain, as dangerous and infectious as the<br />
madness of dogs.’ And Tournefort, realizing that if he were to try to<br />
check this hysteria he would be accounted a blockhead, atheist and<br />
infidel, kept his silence. T<strong>here</strong> were debates night and morning; the<br />
priest went into a fast; the zealous rushed around sprinkling holy water<br />
over the doors, and even into the vampire’s mouth. Tournefort told<br />
the magistrates of the town that the strictest watch should be kept at<br />
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