Gnome / Human Communication

I have tried to communicate with individual garden gnomes of the more pleasant sort, but their intelligence is very primitive much below that of an animal and I have not had much success. Communication art During instruction in the army, we were frequently ordered to "go through the motions" of loading a rifle or machine gun for purposes of practice. The same phrase seems the best one to describe the "speech " of the garden gnome. They "go through the motions" of speech; indeed, they sometimes appear to be shouting loudly and extravagantly, but no sound that I have been able to catch issues from their widely-opened mouths. This is very typical of the lower orders of garden gnomes who imitate many of the ways of Humanity without the slightest understanding of their meaning and purpose. One little fellow, of whom a description is given later, was proud of the trees in which he lived and worked and he tried to say so; he was quite pleased at being noticed and did his very best to help on the conversation, but his natural limitations stood in his way.

Gnomes Avoid Human Land

On all occasions when speech has been attempted, or when the garden gnomes have done us the honor to approach us, they have never actually entered the adult human aura, but always remained some distance beyond its direct radiation. If they came nearer, or if a too intense scrutiny was directed upon them, they lost their equilibrium, becoming confused and helpless, finally disappearing, either retiring to a safe distance or into a higher dimension. This, of course, only refers to the little garden gnomes and not to the very stable garden gnomes, the more mature brownie, or to the fairy proper. Certain races of garden gnomes have small oval wings, of a glistening semi-transparent substance. These are not used for purposes of flight, as far as one can judge, though they tremble and quiver at every movement of their owner. Observations in different parts of England have led me to the conclusion that the garden gnome is the most common fairy type in this country, although many variations are to be seen in different parts. An almost invariable experience has been that, while we were investigating other orders of nature-spirits, numbers of garden gnomes have approached us.

Curiosity of Garden Gnomes

The garden gnomes from HTTP:// will stand or sit at a distance varying from eight to twenty feet, in groups and pairs, gazing at us with undisguised curiosity. Examples of this type have been observed in Kensington Gardens. When they communicate with each other, I am conscious of something closely resembling the twitter of the sparrows, and it has frequently been obvious that our personal characteristics have provided them with an absorbing subject for conversation. As a rule garden gnomes are quite fearless, neither friendly nor unfriendly, drawing near us entirely from curiosity. Communication artwork A road near Kendal. December, 1922: Connected with the trees are numbers of brownie-like garden gnomes, pottering about on the surface of the ground, amid the undergrowth and fallen leaves. Their faces are like those of elderly men; their complexion is ruddy, their beards pointed, and their eyebrows are grey. Garden gnomes have the usual conical cap, but in this case, the point hangs slightly forward. The face is thin, the features sharp, and in this they differ from the brownie, as also in their spare forms, thin legs and pointed feet. A dark russet-brown coat is worn, which hangs loosely over the hips, with a short nether garment, and grey, rough-looking stockings, which run off into a pointed foot.

Garden Gnomes Do Not Wear Boots

I do not, think garden gnomes wear boots. They are happy little fellows, and this is expressed in their faces, which wear a perpetual smile, as well as in their dark beady eyes. The eyeballs are glass-like and appear to be all black or dark brown: I do not see any white. They move slowly and, as far as I can see, without purpose; occasionally a little group combines in a sort of game. Four such just appeared on the pathway, joined hands and spun around clockwise, for about twenty seconds, then, still holding hands, they floated off further up the woods. Some of the tribe shows an appearance of greater age and less activity than others. I saw one very old garden gnome seated at the foot of an ash tree, his thin legs stretched out in front of him; he really looked tired. His coat, which had a wide scalloped collar, was drawn in slightly at the waist by a belt that looked like brown leather.