National Geographic : 1915 Jan
Photo WATCHING JUGGLERS IN THE MARKET-PI Over their bodices the maidens of Ter kerchiefs folded in prescribed and curious lin which cover their shapely heads are of lace I spreading wings. about the castle walls grew up a little town. This castle was called the Slot van Ostende. Jacoba's ancestor built it, and to its shelter she returned when armies, husbands, powers, all were gone, to sit beneath her mulberry-tree and dream love-dreams of the man she would marry if she dared. And, in spite of solemn promise and loss of lands, she did dare. But that story has little to do with Ter Goes. Jacoba loved Goes and wished to wall it and make it strong. In her time the beautiful Church of St. Mary Magdalene, the "finest in Zeeland today," was conse crated, its huge walls towering beside her palace above the roofs of the little town. Its quaint lantern peeped invit ingly through the trees as we neared the town; its high roof and beautiful win dows promised lovely vistas within. Its interior was divided into two churches we knew well. It had been robbed of its saintly name and rebaptized "the Re- formed Church," or, more simply yet, "the Great Church," in the centuries of Protestant worship; but those were its outside names alone. Within were a mighty and famous or gan and the old choir, possessing renowned tombstones. We meant to learn precisely why the choir was called the wandel kerk, for in our vocab ulary wandel meant walk, and very plainly the huge church had stood very still for cen turies. Did the other congregation walk in the apse and study tombstones when the fire in the stoofjes burned low and the preacher was still in by Emil P.Albrecht full blast ? Do you LACE: TER GOES know what a stoofje is? A little perforated Goes wear gay wooden box containing nes, and the caps plaited into wide- bricquets of peat to keep one's toes from being frost-bitten on the cold stone pavements in churches. guiltless of heating apparatus in a land of ice, frost, and lengthy sermons. A good sexton is he and a far-seeing man who can accurately measure the probable length of the coming discourse in these coals of fire. JACQUELINE'S MULBERRY-TREE Of the castle there are but a few in conspicuous remnants, to be found with difficulty upon market days in the crowded courtyard of the rather shabby little inn which bears its name. In the maze of wagons, chaises, big, high-step ping horses and velvet-jacketed farmers. you may perhaps find some one who will unlock for you a little door in the corner of the wall and disclose a tiny court al most filled by a decrepit tree. Age and weather have split its trunk in many deep gashes; its limbs bend al most to the ground with weariness and years. Yet even this summer its foliage was youthfully fresh and dense; its twigs.