13 October 1917

The hamlets, the villages, the nearby towns were emptied of people.

Along the roads, already on the eve, groups of pilgrims were travelling on their way to Fátima.

Fishermen from Vieira⁴ left their houses of black wood set above the sea, and the work of stowing away the catch. Through the pinewoods, where the crowberries look like drops of dew in the greenery, across the sands where the sails of the windmills turn, they came on foot, woollen leggings on their muscular legs, warm skirts over their shoulders, on their heads the bag with their provisions, with the short, swaying step that made their skirts swirl and set fluttering the orange kerchiefs on which their black hats sat. Workmen from Marinha⁵, farmers from Monte Real⁶, from Córtes⁷, from Marrazes⁸, hill women from far away — from the hills of Soubio⁹, of Minde¹⁰, of Louriçal¹¹ — people from everywhere the news of the miracle had reached, left their houses and fields and came along on horseback, by cart or on foot, crossing the roads, going over hills and through pinewoods, on the long trek along the roads, which for two days were enlivened by the rolling of carts, the jog-trot of donkeys and the clamour of the groups of pilgrims.

Autumn was reddening the harvested vineyards. The north-east wind, cold and cutting, heralding winter, made the transparent poplars on the riverbanks tremble as they paled, longing for the sun, in the yellow tones of old lace.

On the sands the white sails of the windmills were turning. In the pinewoods the green tops of the pines bent in the wind.

The clouds were gradually covering the sky. The mist was piling up in light, soft flakes.

The sea, in the vastness of the beach at Vieira, foamed, roared, rolled itself into high waves, and across the fields its voice could be heard in a sinister clamour!

All night and all through the early morning it rained: a fine, persistent rain that soaked the fields and saddened the earth, and whose cold damp pierced to the bone the women, the children, the men and the animals crossing the muddy roads as they hurried towards the Hill of the Miracle.

The rain fell and fell, soft and stubborn.

The thick skirts of serge and striped cotton dripped and weighed like lead on the waistbands. The caps and the broad hats streamed water onto the new jackets of the Sunday-best suits. The bare feet of the women and the hobnailed boots of the men splashed in the wide puddles of the muddy roads.

But the rain seemed not to wet them; it seemed they did not feel the rain!

They walked on and on, climbing the hill, lit up by faith, eagerly longing for the miracle that Our Lady had promised for the 13th, at one o'clock, sun time^*, to the simple, pure souls of three children who grazed flocks!

Left behind, lost in the mist, blurred in the transparency of the rain, were pines, poplars, oak shrubs, red patches of vineyards, farmsteads, ploughed fields of dark earth... The fields were deserted. The houses were shut!

There was a strange silence in the fields, deserted of people and flocks; there was an air of expectation and emotion in the attitude of things, of the poor houses as though asleep in the silence, their windows and doors shut to the light!

The hill was high, but it seemed to the walkers that the climb did not tire them!

The hill was sad, ever sadder, with bare black stones and without the cheer of a single green tree, but the walkers did not feel the striking, tragic torment of that landscape of sorrow!

The rain began to thin out. It was now only a very light veil of mist that was gradually dissolving, and little by little the hill was growing brighter.

A murmur was drawing near, coming down from the hill. A murmur that seemed like the distant voice of the sea, which had fallen silent in the silence of the fields...

They were hymns, growing clearer, sung by thousands of voices.

On the plateau of the hill, covering the slope, filling a valley, one could see an enormous, shifting mass of thousands and thousands of God's creatures, thousands and thousands of souls in prayer!

With raised hands and eyes in ecstasy, they came in the ardent faith of belief. They came to ask Our Lady for the miracle, to ask for the redemption of sins, to ask for a blessing on the bitterness of life!

At one o'clock in the afternoon, sun time, the rain stopped.

The sky had a greyish tone of pearl, and a strange brightness lit up the biblical and tragic vastness of the sad landscape, ever sadder...

The sun had something like a veil of transparent gauze, so that eyes could look at it. The grey tone of mother-of-pearl turned as if into a gleaming silver plate, which kept breaking open until the clouds were torn apart and the silvery sun, wrapped in the same grey lightness of gauze, was seen to rotate, spinning round within the circle of the parted clouds!

It was a single cry from every mouth; the thousands and thousands of God's creatures whom faith was lifting up to heaven fell to their knees on the soaked ground!

The light turned blue, a strange blue, as if it came through the stained-glass windows of an immense cathedral and spread through that gigantic nave whose pointed arches were formed by the hands raised in the air...

The blue slowly died away, so that the light seemed filtered through yellow stained glass.

Yellow patches now fell on faces, on white kerchiefs, on the dark, poor serge skirts. They were patches repeated endlessly on the low holm oaks, on the stones, on the hillside.

Everyone was weeping, everyone was praying, hat in hand, under the grandiose and unique impression of the awaited miracle!

They were seconds, they were instants that seemed like hours, so intensely were they lived!

Clouds passed over the vague grey brightness that veiled the sun!

The souls in prayer, whose life had been suspended for a few instants, came back to life.

The clouds were torn to shreds; blue patches of sky appeared. The sun, in the impassive serenity of all time, vaguely lit up the bare hill where Our Lady, through the mouths of three children who grazed flocks, had gathered thousands and thousands of God's creatures!

Suddenly Lucia told him to look at the holm-oak shrub. The little girl's face became lovelier than it was: it turned rosy, and her lips grew thinner. Then I heard her ask this question: What is it you want? You said that today, which is 13 October, you would tell me what you wanted. She was silent for a moment and then added: “Very well, but if you don't work some miracle, the people will say it is a lie.” Then she was silent for a little while. Next she said: “But what am I to ask for? I would ask you to save all these people and take them to Heaven, and to cure these sick people.” At that moment many people were making requests. I do not know whom the little girl was referring to. She also said the following: “I have come here to talk several times now and never asked you your name”. After hearing the answer she said: “it is the Lady of the Rosary.” Then, leaning towards her mother, who was nearby, but without turning towards the people, she said more loudly: “Our Lady says to look at the sun, that she wants to manifest herself in the heavenly bodies. ”

Our Lady has granted my wish. She deigned to give a clear sign of her apparition to the little girls of Fatima.

At noon there were more than ninety motor cars at Fatima, an endless number of carriages of all sizes, shapes and styles, and an enormous crowd of people (multitudo magna ... ex omnibus gentibus (?) et linguis (?))^*. Everyone was soaked, drenched, dripping, but cheerful.

Around noon the little girls came to the spot and began, as usual, saying the rosary. When it was over, the little ones¹⁰ asked Our Lady of the Rosary whether she would give the promised sign. Immediately the sun appeared, its rim sharply defined. It comes closer, as if down to the height of the clouds, and begins to spin dizzily on itself like a Catherine wheel, with some pauses, for more than eight minutes. Everything became almost dark and everyone's face looked yellowish. Everyone knelt, even in the mud.

The whole time, here and there, people were singing, praying, etc. Everyone left satisfied.

We spent the day getting ready for the journey. We were to leave at 11 p.m., travelling by night so as to arrive in the morning.

Towards night the sky begins to cloud over, and shortly afterwards the storm breaks — and what a storm! It is past midnight and nothing can be heard but thunder, and the lightning is continuous. What can we do? Not going would be a terrible disappointment. Carlos crosses himself and says he will not go in this. We wait, asking Our Lady to drive the storm away. At 2 o'clock the weather is better and they decide to leave. The night is pitch dark. They harness the mule to the cart; inside they put some low chairs for us, and we settle in with some blankets. On the front bench sit Carlos's wife and her goddaughter¹⁷; in the back are we¹⁸, Regina¹⁹ and Emilia²⁰. Carlos leads the mule by the halter, and so we begin the journey.

Every now and then flashes light up the road; the storm is further away but still going on.

So we go on for more than an hour. The roads are dreadful and the cart jolts all the time, which at least keeps us awake; Emilia makes us laugh constantly.

We have already begun to climb the Serra de Aire^*. The worst of it is that the rain comes back and we have little protection, for the water running off the umbrellas soaks the cart and wets the blankets.

At times Carlos climbs on to the bench and goes on guiding the animal from there; the good thing is that he knows the roads very well.

It is beginning to get light. The rain is now very fine, almost a wet mist. As there is now some light we can see trees split by lightning; here in the hills the storm must have been dreadful. Carlos was right to say he would not come; he knows what they are like.

We have been travelling a long time over these hills, which seem to have no end. Now they say we are near Fatima. It is raining in earnest; we are already soaked. So as not to get too cold, and to help the mule on the climbs, we all go on foot, except Emilia, who cannot walk much.

At last we reach Fatima. It is 9 o'clock. The weather is a little better, but the sky is completely overcast and threatens more rain. A great many people are arriving by various roads through the hills, like us; most of them are wet, but they all keep going. I don't even know what for, since nothing definite has been set, and it is only because they say the Lady will speak to Lucia today.

The cart stays in Fatima. We ate something, and now we are going on foot to the Cova da Iria, which is the place where they say the apparitions have been happening.

We walk for almost an hour before we reach the field, a stretch of ground a good deal lower than the road, with only a few holm oaks on it. A good many people are there, waiting; let's see for what!

It is nearly noon. They say the little shepherds are going to arrive; I would like to see them. The place where the apparitions have already happened is marked out with some sticks, to leave the little ones some room away from the people, but we can no longer get very close, as there are so many people. The ground is so soaked that our feet sink in; we are already so muddy. We decide to stay at a slightly higher spot, though further away. There is movement in the crowd: it is the little shepherds arriving. Some men clear a way for them; I barely see them. They go to the place with the sticks. It is raining in earnest.

People begin saying that Lucia says to close the umbrellas, that the Lady is coming. It is raining so hard, but everyone obeys and we close our umbrellas. And indeed, shortly afterwards the rain stops, but we see nothing more. Our eyes search everywhere. Now a small cloud seems to settle on a holm oak by the sticks; the sun appears between the clouds, but with no brilliance at all. It looks like the moon, and you would say it has a cross in the middle; and now, oh, wonder! The atmosphere is tinged with the colours of the rainbow. I see Rita's²⁴ white felt hat turn orange, then green, then bluish, then pink²⁵ and lastly golden; everything is golden. What a lovely sight!

Everyone is spellbound. A man near us suddenly falls to the ground unconscious. The sun, completely black, seems to come loose from the sky and begins to spin round on itself very fast it looks as if it is going to fall; a cry goes up from the whole crowd, which falls to its knees begging for mercy.

I too find myself on my knees on top²⁶ of a heap of stones without realising it. But it is all over in a moment: the sun is hidden by the clouds again, the cloud seems to lift, and everyone stands there as if stunned, not knowing what has happened. They say Lucia spoke with the Lady. We do not manage to see the little shepherds again. We make our way to Fatima, where we get into the cart and go back to Rodrigo. The weather is fine; only a few scattered clouds can be seen in the sky, and the sun has its natural brilliance.

Jumping down, after a long journey, at about four in the afternoon yesterday at Chão de Maçãs station⁵, where religious people who had come from distant parts to attend the “miracle” also got off, I asked a young lad from the regular “char-à-banc”^* service point-blank whether he had seen the Lady yet. With a sardonic smile and a sidelong look, he did not hesitate to answer:

— All I ever saw there was stones, carts, motor cars, beasts of burden and people!

Through a simple misunderstanding, the carriage that was to take Judah Ruah and me to the town did not turn up, and we bravely decided to tramp some two leagues⁷, since there was no room for us in the stagecoach and the gigs waiting for passengers had long since been taken. On the way we came upon the first bands of pilgrims heading in the direction [sic] of the holy place, a good twenty kilometres and more away⁸. Men and women are almost all barefoot, the women with bags on their heads topped by their heavy shoes, the men leaning on thick staves and prudently armed with umbrellas as well. In general they seem oblivious to what is going on around them, quite uninterested in the landscape and the other travellers, as if lost in a dream, praying the rosary in a mournful chant. A woman begins the first part of the Hail Mary, the greeting; her companions continue in chorus with the second part, the petition. With a steady, measured step they tread the dusty road, between pine woods and olive groves, so as to reach the place of the apparition before nightfall; there, in the open air under the cold light of the stars, they plan to sleep, keeping the best places near the blessed holm oak, so as to see better today.

At the entrance to the town, women of the people, whom their surroundings have already infected with the virus of scepticism, comment mockingly on the affair of the day: — So you're going to see the saint tomorrow?

— Not me. Now, if she came here!

And they laugh heartily, while the devout go on, indifferent to everything except the purpose of their pilgrimage. In Ourem one finds lodging⁹ only through someone's extreme kindness. During the night the most varied vehicles gather in the town square carrying believers and the curious, among them old ladies dressed in dark clothes, already bowed under the weight of years, but with the burning fire of faith sparkling in their eyes, which spurred them to the courageous act [sic] of leaving for one day the little corner of home from which they are never parted. At daybreak new bands appear, undaunted, and cross the town without stopping for an instant, breaking its silence with the harmony of hymns sung by very tuneful female voices, in violent contrast with the roughness of the people...

The sun rises, but the look of the sky threatens a storm. Black clouds pile up precisely over Fátima. Nothing, however, holds back those who converge there by every road and by every means of transport. Luxurious motor cars glide by at dizzying speed, sounding their horns; ox carts drag slowly along one side of the road; wagons, victorias, closed calèches and carts fitted with makeshift seats are loaded to bursting. Almost all carry, along with the more or less modest provisions for Christian mouths, a ration of chaff for the dumb creatures that the "poverello"^* of Assisi called our brothers, and which valiantly do their work... A harness bell jingles here and there; a little cart decked with box sprigs can be seen; but the festive air is discreet, behaviour is restrained and order absolute... Little donkeys trot along the edge of the road, and the cyclists, very numerous, perform wonders to avoid running into the carts.

At about ten o'clock the sky becomes completely overcast, and before long it began to pour. Ropes of water, driven by a bitter wind, lash faces, soak the macadam and drench to the bone the walkers who have no hats or other protection. But nobody grows impatient or gives up, and while some take shelter under the trees, by the walls of the estates or in the scattered houses along the road, others march on with impressive endurance, among them some ladies whose dresses, clinging to their bodies under the force and persistence of the rain, show their shapes as if they had just come out of the bath!

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The spot on the heath of Fátima where the Virgin was said to have appeared to the little shepherds from the hamlet of Aljustrel is overlooked for a long stretch by the road to Leiria, along which the vehicles that had brought the pilgrims and onlookers were drawn up. Someone counted more than a hundred motor cars and more than a hundred bicycles, and it would be impossible to count the various carriages that blocked the road, one of them the Torres Novas motor bus, in which people of every social class mingled as equals.

But the bulk of the pilgrims, thousands of souls who had come from many leagues around, joined by faithful from various provinces (people from the Alentejo and the Algarve, from the Minho and the Beiras), gather around the little holm oak which, according to the little shepherds, the vision had chosen as its pedestal, and which could be regarded as the centre of a wide circle on whose edge other spectators and devotees settle themselves. Seen from the road, the whole scene is simply fantastic. Many of the prudent country folk, sheltering under their enormous umbrellas, accompany the whittling-down of their meagre provisions with the spiritual fare of sacred hymns and decades of the rosary^*. No one is afraid of sinking their feet in the sodden clay for the joy of seeing close up the holm oak, over which they have put up a rough arch from which two lanterns sway... The groups singing the praises of the Virgin take turns, and a terrified hare bolting off through the brush distracts only half a dozen shepherd lads, who catch it and club it to death...

And the little shepherds? Lucia, aged 10, the seer, and her little companions, Francisco, aged 9, and Jacinta, aged 7, have not yet arrived. They make their appearance perhaps half an hour before the time given for the apparition. The little girls, crowned with garlands of flowers, are led to the spot where the arch stands. The rain falls incessantly, but nobody loses heart. Carriages with latecomers arrive on the road. Groups of the faithful kneel in the mud, and Lucia asks them, orders them, to close their umbrellas. The order is passed on and obeyed at once, without the least reluctance. There are people, many people, as if in ecstasy; people deeply moved, on whose dry lips prayer has frozen; people dumbstruck, hands joined and eyes brimming; people who seem to feel, to touch the supernatural... The child asserts that the Lady spoke to her once more, and the sky, still murky, suddenly begins to clear overhead; the rain stops, and one senses that the sun is about to flood with light the landscape that the wintry morning had made even gloomier...

It is the old time^* that this crowd goes by: a crowd that dispassionate estimates by educated people, wholly free of mystical influences, put at thirty or forty thousand souls... The miraculous manifestation, the visible sign that was announced, is about to happen, many pilgrims assure us... And then one witnesses a spectacle unique and unbelievable to anyone who did not see it. From the top of the road, where the carriages are crowded together and where many hundreds of people have stayed, lacking the courage to venture onto the muddy ground, one sees the whole immense crowd turn towards the sun, which appears free of clouds, at its zenith. The sun looks like a plate of dull silver, and it is possible to look at its disc without the least effort. It does not burn, it does not blind. One would say an eclipse was taking place. But then a tremendous clamour goes up, and the spectators nearest by can be heard shouting:

— Miracle, miracle! A marvel, a marvel!

Before the dazzled eyes of those people, whose attitude takes us back to biblical times and who, pale with astonishment and bareheaded, gaze up at the blue, the sun trembled; the sun made sudden movements never seen before, outside all cosmic laws; the sun “danced”, in the peasants' typical expression.. Perched on the step of the Torres Novas motor bus, an old man whose stature and features, at once gentle and energetic, recall those of Paul Déroulède¹⁰, faces the sun and recites the Creed^* from beginning to end in a ringing voice. I ask who he is and am told he is Mr

João Maria Amado de Melo Ramalho da Cunha Vasconcelos¹². I then see him turn to those around him who had kept their hats on, vehemently begging them to bare their heads before so extraordinary a demonstration of the existence of God. Similar scenes are repeated elsewhere, and a lady cries out, bathed in tears of distress and almost choking:

— What a shame! There are still men who will not bare their heads before so stupendous a miracle!¹³

And then they ask one another whether they saw anything, and what. Most admit to having seen the trembling, the dancing of the sun; others, however, declare that they saw the smiling face of the Virgin herself, and swear that the sun spun round on itself like a Catherine wheel, and that it came down almost close enough to burn the earth with its rays... Some say they saw it change colour, one colour after another...

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It is nearly three in the afternoon.

The sky is swept clear of clouds and the sun follows its course with its usual splendour, which no one dares to look at directly. And the little shepherds? Lucia, the one who speaks with the Virgin, announces with theatrical gestures, from the arms of a man¹⁴ who carries her from group to group, that the war had ended¹⁵ and that our soldiers^* were going to come home... Such news, however, does not add to the joy of those who hear it. The heavenly sign was everything. There is intense curiosity to see the two little girls with their garlands of roses; some try to kiss the hands of the "little saints", one of whom, Jacinta, is closer to fainting than to dancing; but what everyone longed for, the sign from heaven, was enough to satisfy them and to root them in their simple, unquestioning faith^*. Street vendors offer the children's portraits on postcards, and other cards showing a soldier of the Portuguese Expeditionary Corps "thinking of the help of his protectress for the salvation of the Fatherland", and even a picture of the Virgin as the figure of the vision... That was good business, and certainly more centavos^* went into the vendors' pockets and into the alms box for the little shepherds than into the outstretched hands of the lepers and the blind who, jostling among the pilgrims, filled the air with their piercing cries...

The crowd disperses quickly, without difficulty, without a shadow of disorder, and without any need for a patrol of the guard to control it. The pilgrims who leave fastest, hurrying off down the road, are those who arrived first, on foot and barefoot, with their shoes on their heads or hanging from their staves. They go, their souls in perpetual praise, to carry the good news to the hamlets that had not been entirely emptied. And the priests? Some turned up at the spot, smiling, siding more with the curious spectators than with the pilgrims hungry for heavenly favours. Perhaps one or two could not quite hide the satisfaction that so often shows on the faces of the triumphant... It remains for those competent to judge to pronounce on the macabre dance of the sun, which today at Fátima made hosannas burst from the breasts of the faithful and naturally impressed, so reliable persons assured me, the freethinkers^* and other people with no religious concerns who flocked to the now celebrated heath.

Vila Nova de Ourem, 13.— Despite the fine, persistent rain that began to fall first thing in the morning, an extraordinary number of people flocked to the parish of Fátima to witness the extraordinary affair of the apparition which, since Ascension Thursday, has occupied the attention of the people of these parts and drawn thousands upon thousands of pilgrims of all social classes and both sexes to that place.

As early as the day before yesterday³, bands of men and women began to pass through this town, singing hymns and saying the rosary with great devotion and faith, on their way to the place where the "miracle" was to be repeated for the last time, according to the statements of the three little shepherds, to whom Our Lady deigned to appear several times, as they say, on the 13th of each month since then.

To give an idea of the crowds, here is the count of the vehicles we were able to make: carriages, 240; bicycles, 135; motor cars, over 100. These figures represent only the vehicles that returned through this town.

Anxious expectation of the hour of the colloquy, 1 p.m.^*, was plain to see.

Although the rain kept lashing the crowd, nobody budged from the privileged spot. At precisely that hour the three little shepherds, whose names are Lucia, Jacinta and Francisco, arrived at the exact spot and at once knelt down under an arch set up “for the purpose”, beside which an altar had also been erected.

Suggestion at once took hold of those thousands of believers and onlookers. As a great many people had their umbrellas open, the little ones told them to close them, and, strange to say, according to the testimony of thousands upon thousands of people, the sun appeared the colour of dull silver, in a circular agitation as if touched by electricity, to use the expression of educated people who witnessed it.

And thousands of people, under the power of suggestion, and perhaps even dazzled by the sunlight itself, which was appearing for the first time that day, fell to the ground weeping and raising their hands, which they instinctively joined.

On their faces one could see an ecstatic rapture that showed a total detachment from life. Their simple souls wept and prayed before the strange sensation of something that for them, at that moment, was miraculous. There were even people, as we heard from some of them, who thought they saw the sun leave its fictitious orbit, break through the clouds and come down to the horizon. The suggestion of these 'seers' spread to others to whom they explained the phenomenon, and for that reason many, proclaiming that the king of the heavens was going to crash to the ground, burst into loud cries, imploring the protection of the Virgin.

The “miraculous hour” had passed.

The children got up, smiling, and explained to their eager listeners that the “Lady” had told them that peace would come soon and that our brave soldiers, who are fighting heroically in France, would not be long in coming home. Postcards with portraits of the innocent children were being sold at the site.

The pilgrims, after those moments of anxiety, returned to their homes, eager to tell those who had not had the good fortune to go to the holy place what their eyes, and above all their believing souls, had witnessed with such wonderment.

"I am writing to tell you my impressions of Fátima on the 13th of this month (13 Oct. 1917). They were the greatest of my life, and however many years I may live I shall never forget those delightful moments — I saw so many things! I saw the sun come down towards the earth in an extraordinary way, so that the heat even became uncomfortable; I saw it spin round at speed like little Catherine wheels; I saw the sun like a host^*.

There are those who say they saw the sun in a great variety of colours; I saw it snow-white, or else dark grey. I saw all this, and what impresses and consoles most is the great manifestation of Faith. I spoke with the eldest little girl, who is not pretty but very likeable, shy and modest; I had to drag the words out of her, and at the end of it all — speaking to the crowds — she looked like a Priest in the pulpit, with her face transfigured.

I, Maria Luisa Garrett Corrêa, my sister Maria Garrett Corrêa, my sister-in-law and other friends who were with us affirm that we were witnesses of what I shall now briefly describe³

Nearly sixty thousand people are waiting for the hour foretold by the children: the hour at which, as the Virgin had announced to them, a prodigy visible to all who came to that holy place on 13 October would take place.

It is the old time⁴ that people go by. At the half-hour⁵, more or less, by solar time, the sun, which until then had been hidden by dense black clouds (since eight in the morning the rain, driven by a stormy wind, had not stopped for a moment), suddenly appears free of clouds, at the zenith; the rain stops; the sun looks like a plate of dull silver that one can stare at without the slightest effort. Before the astonished eyes of the crowd, while the child who is speaking to the Virgin tells them to kneel and bare their heads, the sun spins on itself in a dizzying movement, giving off blasts of heat like a lit oven that has been opened. The sun seems to approach the earth in abrupt, rapid movements and successively changes colour, and the landscape turns yellow, then purplish, according to the colours the sun takes on. This phenomenon lasts approximately 10 minutes, during which the crowd, on their knees with hands joined, cried out for pardon and mercy.

From the place where the Virgin speaks to the little children there rose a white, transparent smoke, forming a sort of little cloud that envelops the spot between two small oaks⁶ where the children await the apparition. The eldest little girl, Lucia, aged 10, asks the Virgin aloud: who are you, ma'am? What do you want, ma'am? The answers are not heard, but when the sun resumes its usual course the child turns to the people and, from the arms of a man⁷ who is holding her up, repeats the words of the Lady

I am the Virgin of the Rosary; I want a chapel to be built for me here.

Tell the people to mend their ways and stop offending God; tell them that peace is made today and that your soldiers^* will come back

The two other children, Francisco and Jacyntha, see the Virgin but do not speak to her.

On Friday we went to Thomar, and from the windows of the Misses Mousinho⁷ we saw carriages go by full of people, very quiet and thoughtful; one could see they were in the grip of a serious feeling. Many people on foot and on donkeys were following the same road. Some must have come from the hills, from very far away; the men had hats like Father's, in the Alentejo style but bigger, and cudgels curled over at the top like those of the shepherds of old. We saw nothing more.

All night long people went by on their way to Fátima. At 4 in the morning some people who had come in a motor car knocked at the door, and I seized the chance to leave the house with no regrets, walking 12 km in constant rain and a wind that cut your face; if it hadn't been for the brandy I had with me, I don't know whether I would even have reached the place of the miracle.

At 9, when I arrived, there were already people there who had spent the night in the rain. Until 2 o'clock^*, the time the miracle was due, the heavy rain never stopped, and everyone, refusing to budge from the spot, was soaked to the bone. I had a greatcoat, a pillow on my head and a blanket over everything, and still the water ran down my arms. Until 2 the stream of people and of vehicles of every kind, from every province, never stopped. Motor cars from Spain and France; women who had come on foot from the Algarve and the Alentejo; fishwives from Lisbon who must have spent 18 000^* on the journey. In short, a thing (2) that neither I nor you have ever seen in all our lives. The heath of the apparition is like my father's land at Casais, a plain surrounded by hills, and over those hills and the valley people were jostling each other as at a rally in the Rotunda¹³.

Everyone, myself included (although the anti-Catholic newspapers play down the numbers), reckoned more than a hundred and some thousand people, from every region of the country etc.

In spite of the ceaseless rain, choirs of girls singing sacred songs in tune could be heard on every side.

Until 2 o'clock, when the girls to whom Our Lady appeared arrived, the stream of people from every part of the country never stopped, some having walked 12 leagues^* to come and with 12 more to walk back.

The little girls knelt in the middle of the throng, where there was a rough altar, and I was only 100 metres from it, which was very lucky. The circle of people round the little girls was a kilometre long and a kilometre wide, and inside it was a dense mass of people. The rain kept on and on; the women's chins were even trembling, they were so wet. At this point the little girls told everyone to close their umbrellas, and the rain stopped immediately.

In the sky, which was completely overcast with clouds, a circle opened, in which the sun could be seen as if it were the moon on a moonlit night, and it had a silver halo round it.

The circle then took on in succession the colours blue, red, yellow and green, and at the same time all objects took on that colour. This lasted 1 minute, after which the sky clouded over again. Next, at the moment when Our Lady spoke with the little girls, for which she had come down from heaven, a dark cloud formed round the sun, which everyone could look at without hurting their eyes, taking on various colours and seeming to come down on us. Then, when Our Lady went back up to heaven, the cloud, which now looked like fire, rose again with the sun, and the cloud began to spin round the sun, while the sun, against the blue of the sky and still with its silver halo, began to shake violently.

Only by seeing this dazzling miracle can one form any idea of it, and I give you my word of honour that I became convinced it was a miracle, and I have as witnesses the 100 000 people who were there. I can also tell you that as soon as the miracle ended (it lasted 15^m. in all), the sun was shining as it does every day, so that nobody, as you know, can stare at it for even 1^m. While this phenomenon was taking place, pious exclamations rose into the air from 100 000 mouths. I had, as other people told me they did too, an extraordinary impression, together with a longing to know the impossible. When the miracle was over everyone woke up as if from a dream, and the impression passed.

(3) Our Lady told the little ones to have a small chapel built on that spot, and said that the war would end shortly and that the Portuguese^* would soon return. The man beside me, who didn't believe in anything, was gradually converted while the miracle was happening. At the end of it all everyone wanted to see the little girls; I made several attempts but got nowhere, and very nearly broke an arm. Everyone began to leave in perfect order, without any need for police.... I didn't see a single drunk, nor was there even one argument. I questioned several people about what had happened, and everyone told me and described it to me in the way I had seen it. For 4, 5, 6 hours (and that was only half of them, because the other half, which was from the west, left by another road) the crowd filed past, as on the avenue on a Sunday or at the exit of the bullring, all along the 12-kilometre road, so thickly that the motor cars had to keep pace with the carts. I set off for chão de maçãs, covering 22 kilometres to the sound of the hymns of the girls from Tomar, from the Alentejo, etc. There must have been 1000 vehicles in all, since the motor cars alone, on the eastern side, numbered over 100.

You know, mother, three days before, people from distant parts were already making their way there; just imagine, there were over 50 thousand people there. Just seeing so many people would have converted an unbeliever. It is said that many people were converted; we are all amazed. You know, at noon on the dot some colours came down from the Sky and fell on that great multitude; then a star came over the holm-oak shrub where the little girls are kneeling; at this an enchanting atmosphere falls on all of us who were there, and one can tell that it is the Most Holy Virgin who is speaking with the fortunate girl called Lucia; the blessed girl shouts to the people that Our Lady said all the people should look at the sun and all those people begin to cry out "Long live the Virgin of Heaven and earth. Near me they were all kneeling on the ground saying very loudly "Long live Our Lady, and others were admiring the marvels of the sun. You know, the sun began to go round at such speed that it looked like a wheel of fire; then it stopped, now without brilliance, and so that everyone could see better it stayed in view of all in the form of a Sacred Host^*. At that everyone was terrified by "such a miracle", after it was all over the blessed girl Lucia says that Our Lady said the war was going to end and that the flags of peace were already in sight (miracle), but Our Lady also asked her to tell the people that they should all pray the rosary every day and build her a Church on that spot. You know, mother, the girl Lucia was carried in triumph; everyone wanted to hear her and kiss her, and I was one of them: I pushed into the crush and managed to see her.

There must have been more than 300 vehicles along the road and perhaps, among them, more than 100 motor cars. People came from Lisbon, Santarem and even from Guimarães! From every part of the country.

You can still judge from the Seculo's description the emotion that overwhelmed most of those people.

It was astounding!

And with good reason.

Let them — the learned — give whatever explanation they like for the phenomenon, but the fact is that a phenomenon occurred — an unforeseen one — and it occurred precisely on the day and at the hour that those children had indicated.

What are we to conclude from this?

I do not know.

The sun made rotating movements of dizzying speed.

It could be seen going round, so that it looked like “a rodisio”^*, as some peasant or other put it.

And the weather, which had been rainy and looked as if it would stay so all day, cleared up precisely at that moment. Coincidence? Perhaps.

But how do the unbelievers explain the fact that the child, seconds before the phenomenon occurred, said “Look at the sun. It is now”.

And the phenomenon occurred. Nobody knew what kind of phenomenon was going to occur, and yet everyone, from the nearest to the farthest (and you will understand that, with some 30,000 people there by the estimates made, some were very far from one another), everyone, I repeat, saw the same phenomenon in those brief moments. So it was not suggestion.

The 13th of October was awaited by believers and unbelievers, for very different reasons, with indescribable anxiety. It dawned rainy, and the rain kept increasing until it was pouring. I cannot describe to you what the place looked like!

The children had gone to the place at the usual hour, and we, who because of the rain had stayed in the car⁶ a long way off, saw very clearly when the people knelt, and we reckoned that this must be when the seer announced the apparition of the Virgin. Hymns are heard. We look: fear^* and sadness had certainly taken hold of every heart, because the rain fell incessantly and no phenomenon appeared! The hour was getting on, and nothing! Yet we kept looking at the place of the apparition, and there we still saw the enormous crowd, which had not withdrawn. It was a sign that the seer was still there. And hope revived. Luiz Alvaiazere^*, already half unbelieving, also said: Just now, at the spot where the children are, people were saying that the seer had declared it would be at one o'clock sharp today. We look at our watches. There were 2 minutes to go. Suddenly the rain stops as if by magic, the sun breaks through, dazzlingly bright, and there follow things that could never be erased from my memory were I to live a thousand years!! What our eyes see is an indescribable marvel! But for me, who am a believer — and today more than ever — the most marvellous thing about this marvel is that it was announced by a simple child of 10; and precisely on the day and at the hour she announced, the phenomenon dazzles us! Men of science will be able to explain it; but what they certainly will not know how, be able, or want to explain is the supernatural power that produced it. They may not admit the miracle; but I firmly believe that in their hearts they recognise it, because it is beyond dispute.

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At the moment of the miracle everyone was weeping, and from almost every mouth came the anguished cry: — Most Holy Mother, save our Sons^*! Our Lady, save Portugal!

I had the great happiness of going to Fatima, with the greatest of obstacles right up to the end, but everything was overcome, and I went. I shall never forget it!! There were upwards of 50,000 people, and with what respect and devotion.

Men by the thousands. Of course no one saw Our Lady except the 3 little ones, but what everyone saw was the golden light that fell on all the people during Our Lady's stay on earth. Just imagine: it was pouring with rain, but at 2 o'clock on the dot the sun came out, and then there were the most extraordinary lights imaginable. Our Lady said that she was the Lady of the Rosary, who came to bring peace, that the war would end this very year and that we would soon have our soldiers^* back here. That a chapel should be built for her there, that we should pray the rosary a great deal, and that we should mend our ways because we have greatly offended God!!! You can imagine the impression it all made. The 3 little ones never contradict themselves and are as innocent and simple as can be.

I shall never forget the cry of all those people to Our Lady, and the devotion with which they prayed.

I firmly believe that It is the Truth; it was in that Faith that I went there. I had moments of distress and dismay there, which did not make me stop believing; they only grieved me greatly! That was when, at the solemn moment, I saw nothing of what the others were seeing! I saw nothing in the sun then; I saw nothing there that justified all the rest that I was seeing around me. But that spectacle, and everything I had been seeing since 10 o'clock in the morning, were enough for me to go on believing. But it was a struggle, because at the same time I was sad, a sadness which, without my wanting it, showed on my face, which made an impression on some people. We set off, and when we had gone a few kilometres by car, Marianna Ribeira⁵, who had seen everything and had heard the child's message (I was not close enough to hear the words, but I had been able to see that the child was talking very animatedly, in contrast with what I had seen before, as I shall tell you later), Marianna says to me: look at the sun, it still isn't normal. So I look, and I saw; I vouch that I saw, and I would swear to it if necessary. The sun was without brilliance, without colour, and I could stare at it. A light white cloud was passing. I said: let me see when the cloud has passed. It passed and, still staring at it, I saw it pass through different colours which I cannot specify, and it turned green, a really light green, like parsley green, with a golden ring around it, and spinning. Some very long rays seemed to touch the earth, and the sun seemed to be separated from the sky. Then the sky took on some pink glows; 2/ around the sun it changed to yellowish, and further off there were patches here and there. After some long moments, how long I cannot say, it became normal and I could no longer stare at it.

Why did I see it there and not at the place itself? Did it happen to anyone else besides me and Geni¹⁴, who saw nothing at the place and saw something afterwards, though not as much as I was seeing and describing to her, whereas Marianna was one of those almost in ecstasy! I do not know; what I know, what I vouch for, is that this is how it happened! As we had arrived early, we went over to Aljustrel^*; we went on foot and it was already raining hard. I saw the little girl, we spoke to her, we asked her some questions, which she did not seem willing to answer, although she smiled at us in a very simple, kindly way. When pressed, she told the story of the first Apparition, like someone repeating something already told many times, just as you had sent word of it to me. She said nothing more and we did not insist.

[…]

Now, when I pray, I see before me nothing but that rough arch of pine, the two oil lamps and a few bunches of flowers, and in front of that those people praying the rosary and singing the litany^*, only because they believed that Our Lady had been there and was going to be there!

As to what happened in this last respect on the recent 13th, a Saturday, we can bear witness, because we were there — not as a pilgrim, be it noted, but as a curious onlooker.

From 11 to half past one the rain was constant and driven by a strong wind: frankly rough and unpleasant weather, which the enormous multitude of many thousands of people bore in excellent humour, with no other shelter than umbrellas and vehicles — for not a single building is to be seen in the vicinity.

Thirty-seven and a half minutes past one — solar noon^* — was the announced time of the vision, with which the phenomena in the sky were expected to coincide.

At that hour it was still raining.

Minutes later the rain eased, and at a quarter to two it stopped completely.

The sun, hidden until then, showed itself between clouds that were moving with some speed. And as their density varied, so the veil they drew over the king of stars was more or less transparent.

Like all that multitude, we then looked at the sun with sustained attention and, through the clouds, we saw it take on new appearances: new to us, be it noted.

Sometimes surrounded by blood-red flames, at other times haloed with softened yellow or purple, at other times seeming to be animated by a very swift rotary motion, at other times again appearing to break away from the sky, to approach the earth and to radiate a strong heat.

Why deny it? These phenomena, which we had never seen before, impressed us strongly. In multitudes a collective psychology takes hold. And over almost the whole of that multitude there passed a great wave of faith, which was deeply moving.

[…]

In short, we came back from Fátima in the same state of mind in which we had gone there - in doubt.

6th Apparition – 13-10-1917 – On 16 October I summoned Lúcia before me and, when questioned, she said that she first saw a flash of lightning, which has always happened: I told the people to be quiet, that the flash had already come; I turned towards the east and saw Our Lady coming down through the air and I said to the people: be quiet, Our Lady is coming now – Do you see her! Do you see her!

The Lady came and settled on top of the roses and silk ribbons that were covering the stumps of the holm-oak shrub.

I asked:

– What do you want of me?

– I want to tell you that you should not offend¹ Our Lord any more; that they should pray the rosary^* to Our Lady; that they should make a little chapel here to the Lady of the Rosary (Lúcia is in doubt whether it was so or whether it was: make a little chapel here, I am the Lady of the Rosary); the war ends this very day; expect your soldiers back here very soon. All this, Lúcia said, the Lady had said in answer to the 1st question.

– I have many requests, will you grant them all or not?

– Some I will grant, others not.

I did not make any particular request, because at that time I was still there making requests.

– Do you want anything more of me?

– I want nothing more now.

Then she went away, returning by the same path and in the same direction, and I said to the people: look, there she goes! There she goes! There she goes!

The Lady disappeared, and it seems to me that it was because my eyes could no longer see her, not because there were clouds to hide her.

Then she says that she looked at the sun and that she saw Saint Joseph to the left of the sun, and the Child Jesus; of St. Joseph she only saw from the waist up; he was dressed in white and the Child Jesus was dressed in red. The Child Jesus she saw whole, and he was seated on St. Joseph's left arm. St. Joseph was making signs of the cross with his right hand; she thinks he made some 3 or 4, then disappeared; after St. Joseph disappeared everything was yellow; Our Lord came, but it seemed that she could make out only a dress with a cape; I only saw him from the waist up; the beard was short and the hair I did not see; I did not get to see the hands, I saw only the chest.

Next to Our Lord there was a Lady standing on Our Lord's right, and Our Lord was to the right of the sun. Both had a yellow radiance; she had no child; this Lady was dressed in white and had a blue mantle over her head; she had her hands on her chest, palms inwards, one below the other. The skirt was white and long and reached her feet; it seems to her that the white skirt and jacket were not golden; she did not see her as well in the sun as when she was on the holm-oak shrub; then she disappeared.

Together with St. Joseph I saw another image or Lady who was on the right side of the sun; I saw her all dressed in red, the mantle was blue, edged at the neck; she had her hands at her waist with the fingers interlaced; she had no child, she had a yellow radiance; she disappeared with St. Joseph.

At the moment when I was seeing this image the people were shouting: look! look! how lovely!

And I also looked, telling the people to look over there, that St. Joseph was there and afterwards Our Lord.

The Lady of the Holm-Oak Shrub came dressed in white exactly as on the other occasions; I saw neither less nor more; the skirt I think was short as on the other occasions; she said that the money was for a chapel but not all of it, because some should be for a litter^*; she said she had no idea who should build the chapel or take charge of it.

On the sixteenth of the current month of October the seer Lúcia appeared before me at the parish residence, accompanied by her mother. I proceeded to question Lúcia, who said that on the thirteenth of the current month, having gone with her cousins Francisco and Jacinta to the place called Cova da Iria, once there she saw at the same hour as the other times a flash of lightning – which has always happened on the thirteenth of each month since May – that she turned towards the east, having told the people to be quiet because the lightning had already come, and then she saw Our Lady come down through the air; and that she said again to the people: be quiet... Our Lady is coming now! Look!... Do you see Her... do you see Her... do you see Her?... And the Lady came and placed her feet on top of the silk ribbons and roses that were covering the little stems of the holm-oak shrub.

And then she asked Her:

– What is it you want of me?

And the Lady answered:

– I want to tell you that they must not offend Our Lord any more, for he is much offended; that they should say the rosary to Our Lady. Build a Little Chapel here to Our Lady of the Rosary (Lúcia is in doubt whether it was as stated or whether it was: build a Little Chapel here – I am the Lady of the Rosary). The war ends this very day; expect your soldiers here very soon.

– I have many requests, will you grant them all or not?!

– Some I will grant, others not.

– You want nothing more of me now?

– I want nothing more of you now – answered the Lady.

– And I want nothing more of You either. Having said this, the Lady went off by the same way and in the same direction as the other times. And then she turned to the people and said to them:

– Look... there She goes – there She goes – there She goes!... And that she went on rising until she disappeared from sight. Once she was lost from sight, she looked at the sun – but not because She told her to – and saw Saint Joseph, from the waist up, dressed in white, with the child seated on his left arm. Saint Joseph was to the left of the sun and was blessing the people with his right hand. It seems to her that he made three or four signs of the cross over the people. The Child Jesus she saw full-length, dressed in red. And she saw, on the right side of the sun, Our Lady, full-length, dressed in red with a blue mantle over her head, fastened with a brooch at the neck, and her hands at her waist with the fingers interlaced.

This vision disappeared, she says, and everything became yellow for a few moments – and then she saw Our Lord appear, from the waist up, dressed in white, to the right of the Sun; and to the right of Our Lord she saw Our Lady, full-length, standing, dressed in white, with a blue mantle over her head, and her hands on her breast with the palms inwards, one beside the other in a horizontal position. The mantle was not fastened with a brooch like that of the first vision. In none of these visions did Our Lady appear with the Child. All these visions had a yellow radiance, except that of Saint Joseph.

While she was seeing these images the people were shouting: Look... Look... Look... how beautiful!!! Lúcia further stated that at this moment she also told the people to look there – at the sun – for Saint Joseph was there – and – afterwards Our Lord. Asked what is to be done with the money, she said it is for a Chapel; and as to who is to build the Chapel and take charge of the work, she said she did not know, because the Lady had not told her. And asked also when Our Lady would appear to her again, or when she hoped to see her again, she said she was no longer expecting Her, because the Lady had promised her only six months, or six times – and these have now come – and that now she only hopes to see her again in Heaven.

I never thought I would be able to see a miracle, and you have no idea of the impression it made on me.

We left here on Thursday for Torres Novas, then we got into a carriage to go as far as the town, then we got on donkeys as far as Rodrigo, which is a little village where some people Belinha⁷ knows live; we spent the whole day on this journey, because everything is very far; we stayed there, and on Saturday, at 1^h in the morning⁸, we left for Fátima in a carriage (or rather a cart), in which we were jolted about the whole way — don't think it's near, for we only got there at half past 10 — and it had been raining since 4; we didn't have a dry thread left on us, but none of that matters, because what we then witnessed I shall never again see. I have never seen so many people. Now imagine all those people praying the rosary and then singing, all in the rain. At noon the little shepherdess arrives and asks them to close their umbrellas; at that very instant the rain stops, and we see the clouds draw apart, and the sun appears to us without brilliance and white, and in the middle a cross like a host^*; then the clouds turn golden, and one sees passing, like a very transparent cloud, the figure of Our Lady; the clouds turn blue, purple and green; the sun seems to come loose from the sky, it spins on itself and disappears, only to appear to us again immediately afterwards, shining as usual; the clouds move on and it turns into a lovely afternoon. Isn't it extraordinary? This is the main thing; I'll tell you about the other incidents later.

As a curious man I went, therefore, to Fátima on the 13th, to "bear witness" to the miracles that might occur and that had been announced with such loud and clamorous advertising. There was no more impartial spectator in the audience than I, who, as to the existence of God, neither affirm nor deny, because, if He exists, His essence is surely too great and complicated for my short human intelligence to conceive it, and if He does not exist, that fact seems to me reason enough for me not to wear myself out convincing others of that very thing or of the contrary.

I went, then, to Fátima, Mr Editor, and this impulse of my curiosity cost me some money and inconvenience that I now sincerely regret, because the truth is that it was only by reading the report in the

Seculo^* that I learned of the miracles that had occurred, the names of the inspired little shepherds and even the number of people awaiting the revelation from heaven; for my eyes, used to seeing crowds, did not register the thousands that the reporter of that newspaper claims. We have fifty thousand men in France^*, and it already seems to us that the whole country is over there. Well, it was through the Seculo that I learned that the sun had “danced”, that Lucia had spoken with the Virgin, and that a fellow called Ramalho, who looks like Paul Déroulède^*, had recited the Creed perched on the step of a motor omnibus. Of course I feel my curiosity cheated and the money spent wasted, because of all the happenings recounted by the Seculo I observed and can confirm only one: the invitation made to the men to bare their heads before the evidence of the miracle and the holiness of the little shepherds. A rather sui generis invitation, more like an order, such as the one addressed to me by one of the believers in these humbly Christian terms: “Take your lid off, you rascal!”

But if I write to you, Mr Editor, it is not to lament the time and money squandered; it is simply to ask you to insist, in the columns of your reputable newspaper, of which I am an assiduous reader, that the “experts” to whom the reporter of the Seculo appeals should explain the astronomical phenomena said to have occurred on the thirteenth of this month on the heath of Fátima. Since I saw nothing there, I at least want the observatories and the scientific societies of the speciality to pronounce on it, so as to get my money's worth and not leave the reporter of the Seculo, Mr Avelino de Almeida, compromised, who seems to believe a good deal in science and a little in the Virgin too.

Press for the explanations, Mr Editor, and you will have rendered, if you obtain them, a valuable service to those who, like me, saw nothing miraculous at Fátima, perhaps because they were not in a state of grace. I, at least, was in a state of... paying.

You came to mind most of all on my trip to Fátima. How sorry I was that you could not have witnessed what I saw! I do not know what you will have heard about it, Aunt, but no doubt you are aware that last May three little shepherds of the Serra^* asserted that they had seen Our Lady, who promised to appear to them six more times, the last being in October, and that on that day a sign would be seen in the sky so that all would believe. The apparition was announced for the 13th, and already at the beginning of the month there was not a single means of transport available in Leiria or in the other towns of the district; people even went so far as to hire motor cars for 200,000 réis^*. In spite of its being a dreadful day of rain and cold, and in spite of the newspapers not having given it any "publicity", the number of people who gathered at the appointed place is estimated at between 40 and 50 thousand. The order and calm were extraordinary: in that multitude of people of every class and every background, many of the men having come from far away with their provisions and their little kegs of wine, there was not a single one who drank a glass too many; I did not see one gesture of annoyance or hear one coarse word. This alone has something miraculous about it.

We had Aunt Camilla Maldonado staying here and we went with her in her motor car.

The apparition of Our Lady was not an article of faith, and I confess I was not much of a believer, but I assure you that I saw, as thousands of people saw too, a phenomenon take place in the sky — at the hour fixed by the children — so extraordinary that I do not expect to see its like again as long as I live. To describe it in detail would take me too far; that must wait until we meet. O Seculo^* of the 15th has a rather long article on the event, which you will naturally have seen already. Apart from one or two phrases that betray its origin, it is not badly done, and everything it says about what was observed in the sky is absolutely true.

The extraordinary colours that the sun displayed were seen by many people (one of them my Aunt Camilla), but I cannot describe them, because when I saw it in that astounding agitation I was so overcome that I fell to my knees and could see nothing more.

That little leaf was picked from the little oak beside the spot where the children say they spoke to Our Lady; it was one of the few still left⁵. All the people wanted them, and the oak, a very small one, did not withstand the assault and was entirely destroyed down to the roots.

Invited by Dona Maria de Jesus, who in an exquisite refinement of kindness perhaps also wished to give a supposed unbeliever the chance to put belief to the test, I went to Fátima, a place of Moorish tradition^*, on the 13th of this month, the day on which, as had long been announced, the great sign was to occur that would have the power to turn unbelievers into believers. The day, unlike those before it, dawned rainy and cold.

And my enthusiasm, which was cold too, because it was not stirred by the warmth of an inner conviction, would have yielded to the obstacle which the harsh and inclement weather set against the journey, had it not occurred to me that withdrawing might hurt Dona Maria de Jesus, who with such obliging kindness had wished to reserve for me one of the much-coveted places⁴.

The rain, which had spared us from our departure from Tôrres at 9 o'clock until we got near Vila Nova de Ourem, then began to lash us , driven by the strong wind, soaking us and chilling us to the bone all the way to Fátima, where we took shelter in the parish priest's house to dry our clothes and have something to warm us.

Do not think that we were the only ones so courageously facing the inclement weather and the fury of the gale without any sign of cowardice or weakness. Tens, hundreds, thousands of people of all classes and social conditions we met along the long road, using every kind of transport, from the downcast donkey with drooping ears to the luxurious and comfortable motor car. In all of them faith in the unknown gave strength and courage, without a cry of revolt, without a gesture of discouragement. The gravity and composure to be seen on every face were a sure guarantee of the fervent belief that drove many, and of the respect that this naive and pure belief imposed on all.

Restored by the comforts and warm welcome of the hospitable home of the good Parish Priest, we went on to the theatre of the sensational and stupendous events, which is a good two kilometres from Fátima.

Meanwhile the rain went on relentlessly and the wind blew hard, and all one could see moving across the sky were the enchanted castles of dense black clouds. On reaching the place, by now memorable, I had the impression of a vast encampment where thousands of people were sheltering in huts roofed with slate. Such was the effect of thousands of open umbrellas...

As the road was flooded with the rain that was falling heavily, we did not get out of the car, and stayed there, where hundreds of carriages and motor cars were lined up over a distance of about a kilometre.

The distance separating us from the famous holm-oak shrub, which seems to have served, as it were, as a throne for the heavenly Vision, was probably not a hundred metres, and did not hinder our observing what was happening beside it. The multitude, reckoned at many thousands of people, was gathered with an order, a respect, a reverence that made a vivid impression on the minds of the spectators. Voices could be heard even where we were, distinct echoes of religious hymns with which the multitude was fortifying its faith as it waited for the solemn hour.

The three children had just arrived, the rough, unschooled protagonists of the grandest and most extraordinary spectacle I have ever been given to witness. On the car's clock the hand pointed to two o'clock: the august moment was approaching for which thousands of hearts rich in faith were yearning. The rain, which had eased off, then stopped altogether; and to the north I make out, in a gap in the sky, the clear blue breaking through the leaden clouds.

It occurred to my mind, already moved by what I was witnessing, that this rainy morning, with its sky laden with greyish clouds, might well be the mise-en-scène of a grand spectacle about to take place. The hand showed 2^h 5^m, then 2^h 10^m, and on earth the silence was broken only by faint echoes repeating the prayers being said beside the holm-oak shrub. While the multitude awaited in anxious, prayerful recollection the marvellous event that was to reinvigorate its faith, I was thinking of the most graceful way of extricating myself from the ridicule that the mockery of my friends and everyday companions would not spare me.

Already in some pious souls the fear was arising that the resounding event announced would not happen take place, when suddenly that whole immense multitude stirred and, with a telling hubbub of amazement and astonishment, raised their heads to the sky, where thousands of eyes gazed, aghast, at the sun in the open blue, visible to all, without the intensity of its rays wounding the retina and hindering vision, crowned with various colours, in a movement of swift rotation which, in the picturesque phrase of some, recalled a little firework wheel.

The spectators, looking at one another, appeared to each other yellow in colour, and on the reddish-orange horizon, wherever the eyes were fixed, shafts of soft light were seen, seeming to be placed at equal distances, and reflecting on the earth.

Such was the surprising phenomenon that everyone had occasion to observe, and which drew from some a sincere confession of ardent faith, and threw others, in whom the scorching wind of scepticism had withered the flower of belief, into a benevolent expectation.

There were unbelievers there, and some even with traces of atheism, who declared themselves won over before the power that worked such a prodigy.

There you have, my good Isabelinha, what I observed, and with me thousands of people.

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It should also be noted that, the vision over, on the 13th, Lúcia, one of the three children who claim that the Virgin appeared to them, at a given moment turned to the people and tells them that the Virgin had ordered them to look at the sun, where the announced sign was going to be produced. Immediately the sun, which until then had remained covered, appears and shows itself in the manner described.

The evening before, I went to stay at the house of my friend Antonio Pereira das Neves, correspondent of the Mensageiro, at Quinta da Sardinha³, where this friend of ours and his most excellent wife treated me with every kindness, of which I am not worthy. At 4 o'clock I set off on foot for Fátima, to witness the miraculous apparition which the little girls said would be the last.

Crossing the hills, I had the chance to see the great pilgrimage of devotees making their way from every direction to reach the appointed place as quickly as possible. The sight is sublime: women with sacks on their heads, in their bright Sunday clothes, on foot, on horseback, etc..

I would ask where they came from, and... on hearing them name their villages I marvelled that those souls came from so far away to witness what two little children vouched for!...

How lovely it was to see so many people winding their way across the hills! Sublime! You had to see it to appreciate the effect of so great a pilgrimage.

After going through Loureira⁴ and Moita⁵, I make out some 200 metres away the road that runs to Vila Nova de Ourem by way of Reguengo do Fétal⁶ and other villages. Carriages were already there in great numbers: carts, calèches, automobiles, bicycles, and every kind and shape of vehicle, some of them peculiar, carrying believers and non-believers in what was about to be witnessed.

The rain begins to fall, growing heavier little by little; umbrellas went up, and soon the rain, whipped by the wind, was soaking the legs of those sheltering under umbrellas and turning into drowned rats those who had not come prepared for this mishap. Everyone looked up at the sky to see whether there was any hope of the storm passing, but the murk kept closing in. No one budged from where they were; hymns to the Virgin could be heard all the time, and the stream of pilgrims kept growing!

It was one o'clock (official time^*), and everyone was anxiously awaiting the little girls. I was near an enormous holm oak, shivering with cold and soaked to the bone. Then, I don't know how, a hare starts up and dodges this way and that, fleeing from the people chasing it, until it succumbs to a blow from a stick — with not even one hair of it for each of those chasing it!

I look ahead and see an enormous line of people accompanying the little girls to the small holm oak where they say Our Lady appeared to them — a holm oak of which only a fragment of the trunk, 10 centimetres high, is left above the ground, since people have stripped it for souvenirs.

One of the little girls says: Our Lady is there already! Close your umbrellas and pray...

The rain stops, the clouds race along at great speed and the Sun appears, brilliant, spreading its luminous rays over the onlookers.

Somehow I see everyone take off their hats and kneel. It was 2.10 p.m., official time.

I hear various prayers, supplications to the Virgin and Most Holy Mother, and I see the faces of the enormous crowd turn a deep pink, then change to an indigo blue and then to a cadaverous yellow!!

I don't know what this meant, and I did not want to stare at the Sun, so that it could not be put down to an optical illusion.

But in front of me there was a lady with a white felt hat, which served me as a mirror of what was happening in the king of stars. This lasted some 20 minutes. Beside me I heard weeping, various supplications, and people saying that the Sun was spinning round and looked like a firework wheel!

Shortly afterwards the little girls told what Our Lady had said to them:

— The war is ending any day now; soon our soldiers will return to Portugal; people must be good to one another; pray the rosary and build a chapel, for I am the Lady of the Rosary.

The little girls are carried in triumph through the crowd back to their parents' homes, and the onlookers begin to leave for their villages, feeling that the time they had spent standing firm in all the rain and wind of the hills had been well spent!

And I was left with a foolish look on my face, staring at all this, unable to explain so imposing a phenomenon.

If it were repeated tomorrow, I would be there again, for I do not regret having witnessed what I had never witnessed before.

What really amazes me is that, though I had been all wet moments before, I noticed that I was already dry! Was it a miracle? I don't think so. What I do think is that the same happened to other people too.

So many thousands of people together, and so much respect, I have never seen, for no police, republican guard or military force was needed to keep order! Was it a miracle? I don't know.

So many carriages, coaches, carts, automobiles, bicycles, etc. without a single accident! Was it a miracle? I don't know.

What I do know is that the event happened, and that people flocked there from all the most distant parts, brought by the words of two little children and not by advertisements, rockets or bands!

I cannot find words to describe what happened. I had to struggle with difficulties of every kind to go to Fátima, but I managed it, and I thank God for it.

The site of the Apparitions is in the middle of the heath, and the landscape is as Portuguese as can be.

We arrived towards 10 o'clock⁷, in torrential rain that soaked us to the bone. The crowd was astounding. The newspapers speak of 50,000 people; I do not doubt there were more. No one showed any bad temper about the weather; not a bad word was heard. People were praying aloud and singing. Towards 1 o'clock I went down from the road into the field and stood close to the very rough little altar set up at the place of the apparition, but I never managed to see the little girls. As soon as they arrived they told people to close their umbrellas, and at once the rain stopped, and the sun, the everyday sun, broke through the grey veil that had covered the sky all morning. We went on praying. I ask the time. Someone answers: “It's a little after half past 1”. So we are right at solar noon^*. A few minutes later I hear something like a gigantic sigh, and someone says to me: “Look at the sun”. At first I noticed nothing, but seconds later I see it as if it were the moon, of a very pale silvery blue; from then on the sun is tinged green, purple, yellow, blue, but it always remains without rays. It throws out, far off, rolls of smoke, so to speak, of whatever colour it is showing, but the shape of the disc is perfect and that disc spins in a dizzying way, and at a certain point the sun came down. Later it shows itself further to the right and then further to the left, or vice versa. At one moment the disc takes on a vivid rose colour; behind each hill there rises something like a veil of the same colour. Fields and crowd, everything reflects it.

There are no words to describe such splendour. I have thought a great deal about the words of the Church: “Who is she that cometh forth as the morning rising?”^* And the people? The people weep, cry out, implore Our Lady and Jesus in the Blessed Sacrament^*. There is a mixture of trust, joy and fear. Like everyone, I feel that we are in the very midst of the supernatural, and I can only say like the others: “Our Lady, help us”. I do not know how long it lasted, but I heard people say 4 minutes. It seemed to me much longer.

[…]

At the moment when the sun came down, the clamour of the crowd was much greater; so everyone saw it at the same time, and near me a man was crying out in terror: "Most Holy Virgin, help us, we are all going to die here. Forgive our sins!"

The last time - Lúcia asked what she wanted and She said - That the war would end on the 13th - When she reached Heaven.

– That if the people would not mend their ways the world would end; if they would not mend their ways the war would end.

She heard no more. The Lady was sad when she said this.

The 6^th - That people should not offend Our Lord any more, for he was already much offended. – That people should pray the rosary to Our Lady of the Rosary so that he would forgive us our sins, if we want to go to Heaven.

That a little chapel should be made there to the Lady of the Rosary, if we wished; that the war would end today and that they should expect our soldiers very soon.

[...]

First the head disappeared, then the body and the feet.

She saw next to the sun - something that looked like the face of a man and of a child.

On the thirteenth of this month did you see Our Lord blessing the people?
– No, I didn't. I did see, but it was Our Lady.
2^nd – Did you see Our Lady of Sorrows^* or Our Lady of Carmel^*?
– No, I didn't. Our Lady looked like the one I saw down here. She was dressed in the same way.
3^rd – Didn't you look at the sun?
– I did.
4^th – Didn't you see St Joseph and the Child Jesus?
– I did.
5^th – Were they far from the sun or near it?
– Near the sun.
6^th – On which side of the sun was St Joseph?
– He was on the left side.
7^th – And on which side was Our Lady?
– On the right side.
8^th – Where was the Child Jesus?
– He was next to St Joseph.
9^th – On which side?
– I didn't notice which side.
10^th – Was the Child big or small?
– He was tiny.
11^th – Was he the size of José das Neves's Deolinda¹?
– He was just about her size.
12^th – When the Lady was on the holm-oak shrub did you hear what she was saying to Lúcia?
– I didn't hear.
13^th – Did you hear the sound of her voice?
– I didn't hear that either.
14^th – Did it seem that she wasn't speaking?
– It did.
15^th – Didn't you see her move her lips?
– I didn't.
16^th – Didn't you see her laugh?
– No, not that either
17^th – Did you see the signs in the sun? What did you see?

– I looked and saw that the sun was going round. It looked like a firework wheel.

18^th – When did the signs appear, before or after the Lady disappeared from the holm-oak shrub?

– It was when the Lady disappeared.

19^th – Did you hear Lúcia tell the people to look at the sun?

– I did. She gave a shout for the people to look at the sun.

20^th – Was it the Lady who told her to tell the people to look at the sun?

– It was. The Lady pointed with her finger towards where the sun is.

21^st – And when did she do that?

– It was when she disappeared.

22^nd – Did the signs in the sun begin at once?

– They did.

23^rd – What colours did you see in the sun?

– I saw very pretty colours, blue, yellow and others.

On the thirteenth of this month did you see Our Lord, Our Lady of Sorrows^* and Our Lady of Carmel^* near the sun?

– I didn't see them.

2^nd – But on the eleventh of this month you told me they were to appear.

– I did. It was Lúcia who saw another Lady, not me.

3^rd – Did you see St Joseph?

– I did. Lúcia said St Joseph was giving peace.

4^th – Did you look at the sun?

– I did.

5^th – And what did you see?

– I saw the sun red, green and other colours, and I saw that it was going round.

6^th – Did you hear Lúcia tell the people to look at the sun?

– I did. She said in a very loud voice to look at the sun. The sun was already going round.

7^th – Was it the Lady who told her to tell the people?

– The Lady didn't say anything.

8^th – What did the Lady say this last time?

– She said: I come here to tell you that they should not offend Our Lord any more, for he was very much offended; that if the people mended their ways the war would end, and if they did not, the world would end. Lúcia heard what the Lady said better than I did.

9^th – Did she say the war would end that day or that it would end soon?

– Our Lady said that when she got to Heaven the war would end.

10^th – But the war hasn't ended yet!...

– It'll end, it'll end.

11^th – But then when will it end?

– I think it'll end on Sunday.

So I left Coimbra at midnight between 12 and 13 October with two friends of mine, Dona Ermelinda Gomes Ribeiro and Dona Matilde Forjaz de Sampaio, taking seats on the train in 3rd class, in fulfilment of a vow, and going as far as Chão de Maçãs, where we took a stagecoach that brought us to Vila Nova de Ourém.

We arrived there at 7 in the morning, and went to find the reverend parish priest⁶ so that he could give us holy communion.

We were able to attend Mass, at which there were a good many people, and afterwards we went to have a small meal from the provisions we had brought. We had to walk some 18 kilometres, uphill. The difficulty of the road did not dishearten us. We set off along it resolutely, saying the rosary together aloud. People passing by took off their hats as a sign of respect. There was an enormous stream of motor cars, carriages of every kind, bicycles and riding animals; and a great many people were going on foot, as we were.

It was suffocatingly hot, and a storm was threatening, for many clouds were piling up in the sky.

The passengers of a small carriage that passed us, good people who noticed how tired we felt, offered to carry our travelling bags for us, a favour we gratefully accepted, trusting in their honesty, although we did not know them. A short while later it began to rain, and the rain grew heavier, driven by a stiff and bitterly cold wind, so that we were soon as wet and soaked through as if we were coming out of a bath.

The road seemed to have no end; a zigzag route, many people wet like us, but always walking on, moved by the same desire, the same longing to reach the place of the apparition in time.

At half past twelve we reached the spot, in good spirits in spite of everything. The spectacle was imposing!

Before us lay a small valley, quite arid, without a single house; thousands of umbrellas, open over people's heads, gave the impression of a real encampment. The multitude was packed tight; torrents of water fell on it, and yet nobody withdrew. The ground around the place of the apparition was clayey and waterlogged. At the spot there stood out a sort of rough portico, formed of three dressed beams; here and there small oak bushes, and all around thousands of people of every class and condition.

We took our place among the multitude and began to say the rosary together aloud, singing the Ave of Lourdes^*, in which the people and the ladies joined, and the Queremos Deus^*, and reciting the prayer of St. Bernard^*, etc.

The rain did not stop for an instant; people shivered with cold, for the wind was cutting. Meanwhile we hear people say: they're bringing the little shepherd girls!

Indeed some men were carrying in their arms the children, dressed in light blue, with veils of white tulle held in place by wreaths of white roses and green foliage.

I look at my companion, Dona Ermelinda Gomes Ribeiro, and notice in her a look of great suffering. I ask her what is wrong, and she tells me she feels a stitch so sharp that it scarcely lets her breathe. A sick lady, with a fever almost every day, wet as she was, with her feet on the waterlogged ground, and with no means of transport there to take us to a place where she could be cared for, her state distressed me. I thought of massaging her over the pleura, which she accepted; but she was so cold, so wet, that I feared it would do no good.

I confess that by then I had no hope left of seeing the miracle. As the spot was still a good way from the road, we went back to the road to look for someone who would charitably give us a place in a motor car or carriage for my friend, for I greatly feared she would not stand the journey if she had to make it on foot again.

On the road, which we reached with our skirts covered in red clay, no motor car or carriage would spare us a place, either for payment or as a favour.

We were feeling thoroughly disheartened when suddenly cries went up on every side: Miracle! Look at the sun! The rain had stopped as if by magic; umbrellas were closed; we felt a warmth as if we were entering a heated hothouse, and the disc of the sun began to appear, clearly visible through the greyish layer that covered the whole sky. The heat increased, and the sun seemed to come down, lower and lower, showing new and varied hues. We saw what looked like a silvery veil, rounded like the full moon; shortly afterwards it turned bright purple, then red, then emerald green, and finally took on its original colour.

Cries rang out on every side as something like a snow-white form, shining but not hurting the retina, detached itself from the sun, came towards us, went back to the sun, and finally hid among the clouds for the third time. Everyone was weeping, and from many lips came prayers, supplications and acts of faith.

We continued our journey, and finally reached Fatima, but only half an hour after the marvellous phenomenon had taken place, which is now known to everyone through the beautiful descriptions published by the "Seculo"^* and other newspapers.

What an immense vexation not to have seen it!

Having arrived at Fatima I look for people I know, to exchange impressions. They all tell me the same thing, they all saw... But saw what?... I ask them: "We saw the sun, covered as if by a silver plate, in constant rotating movement, giving off red, yellow and purple rays, and seeming to come loose from the sky and approach the earth."

I spoke with the people; they told me the same, though in other words. They told me they had seen Our Lady, St Joseph, the Child Jesus, and what do I know?... the whole heavenly court; at the same time as they had seen the sun dance. I did not believe in so many visions.

It is true that it is possible they thought they had seen; suggestion perhaps. Our people, generally very ignorant, are very credulous, and it would be easy for them to convince themselves that they really saw what they wished to see. It is indeed thanks to this ease of conviction that demagogic doctrines have at times been listened to and believed by them!

In the more educated classes nobody told me they had seen the heavenly apparition, but it is certain that everyone, educated and uneducated, was manifesting their faith. And what a magnificent and imposing manifestation of faith was that of that enormous crowd of about 50 thousand people, almost all brought there by faith, by the desire to make certain of the truth of the facts they had heard related! In almost every eye there were tears, but tears of the boundless joy that filled their souls. Everyone was convinced that something supernatural had taken place, and they thanked God for still remembering this poor and so guilty Portugal.

Magnificent was the profession of faith of the engineer Mr João Amado, who, heedless of what others might think and without fear, proclaims it aloud. His gesture is beautiful, both at that moment and when he humbly accuses himself of being a sinner; beautiful and edifying. Would that he had imitators!

Once again we did not manage to speak to the children, as everyone was crowding round them trying to talk to them, and as it was getting late we went home.

It is a week today since I got back to Lisbon from Fatima, where I went to see the great miracle! It is impossible to describe to you what we all saw.

[…]

It was raining torrentially and everyone stood their ground until 2 o'clock, or solar noon^*, the moment when the clouds drew apart to either side, leaving the sun uncovered, and immediately rolls of very light clouds begin to pass in front of the sun, yellow as gold, purple, carnation-coloured, etc.

At this the sun seemed to come loose and came down all all of a sudden; a moment of terror.

At this it begins to rotate at incalculable speed.

Suddenly it is the moon that is there, but that is only a moment; it turns into the Sacred Host, even the cross being visible as if hollowed into that opaque matter the colour of very white wheat flour.

I saw it like that in the void, and around it a marvellous crown of those clouds in various colours. A spectacle of astounding beauty: you cannot imagine how delicate the tones were, or with what tenderness God looked upon our land at that moment; we felt loved beyond all measure.

Everyone saw it, nearly 100,000 people.

People took on the colours of the clouds — it was interesting to see; the sun, shining from behind, seemed to send its light through as if through coloured glass.

All this was happening while Our Lady was coming down to earth to speak to little Lucia.

All three children (1 little boy and 2 little girls) see, but only the eldest, 10 years old, speaks.

Our Lady became visible to some people; I was not favoured with that grace; I did not need it in order to believe.

[…]

Around the valley chosen for so many marvels, as a simple ornament and with the greatest symmetry, patches in the the three preferred²⁰ colours appeared one after another.

[…]

I was enormously moved when I saw so great and so holy a manifestation of faith. What courage and persistence to face such a storm without drawing back, without wine; admirable, in short. There was not one policeman, there was nothing, nothing, but the respect and the holy contentment with which everyone was filled.

At one moment when it was raining hard, the little girl said to close the umbrellas; the umbrellas were closed and the rain stopped.

Our Lady told Lucia that Saint Joseph had come to bless the people, and that all the believers (present there) were forgiven up to that moment.

That place was blessed; people and animals, everything was blessed.

At that moment there was a great brightness.

As the "Liberdade" has as yet said nothing on the subject, we shall relate it as an eyewitness. We arrived at the spot four or five minutes before the supposed vision. There were nearly forty thousand people there, come from every part of the country. Someone pointed out to us a spot marked by a flag hoisted on a pole, saying it was there that the three little shepherd girls were waiting for the apparition. Shortly afterwards the enormous crowd bares its heads. All gaze at the sky, still heavy with clouds, in search of the supernatural, of the prodigious sign. It seems the little shepherd girls had knelt, confirming once more that the Virgin had appeared to them.

Perhaps four minutes had passed when the sun, like a Catherine wheel which, once lit, makes a luminous circle in the darkness of the night, drove away fairly quickly the clouds that veiled it, also making a circle, and allowed us to observe a phenomenon that seemed extraordinary to everyone. The sun, now free of clouds, did not cast its rays upon the earth, but seemed wrapped in flames of a pale colour. Suddenly it loses all that light or those flames, and there appears to us a plate of dull silver, as the "Seculo" rightly said, with a rapid and clearly visible rotating movement, even seeming to draw nearer to the earth. One could gaze at it indefinitely without discomfort to the eyes.

A little later it caught fire, if I may put it that way, and was seen once more wrapped in pink flames, again without casting rays upon the earth.

After perhaps a minute it lost its light and flames again, and the plate was seen once more, now very white, with the same very rapid rotating movement.

Yet a third time the sun, which seemed to make abrupt, jerky movements, was wrapped in bluish flames, followed by the loss of light and the rotating movement of the plate. The phenomenon was over.

When the sun afterwards had its light again, our eyes could no longer gaze at its luminous rays. The multitude, kneeling in the mud, drowned in tears, cried out in distress, eyes fixed on the sky and hands raised. Some were calling on Our Lady to help them; others, confessing themselves great sinners, were begging for mercy. The scene was truly impressive.

We were also impressed by the coincidence of the phenomenon with the hour of the vision or supposed apparition. And that impression grew stronger when the Rev. Cardoso, of Portalegre⁴, who during the vision was beside the little shepherd girls, told us that the eldest, while still on her knees beside the holm-oak shrub, said to all who surrounded her: — Look at the sun now! — and the solar phenomenon followed immediately.

This agrees with the answer she gave me when I asked her whether the apparition had taken place during the phenomenon. "No," she answered; "the Lady had already disappeared ".

The crowd begins to disperse. But a good part of it follows the little shepherd girls, as a moth follows the light. Everyone wants to see them and ask questions, which they answer readily. Postcards with their portraits were sold. And someone even thought of having prints made, on which the little shepherd girl already figures on her knees, with the image of Our Lady above.

All that remains is the trunk of the holm-oak shrub, which the little shepherd girls say served as a pedestal for the Mother of God during the apparitions.

1^st witness – António dos Ramos Mira³, married, resident in the parish of Reguengo do Fetal, eyewitness of the events that took place at Fátima on the thirteenth of October 1917, sworn on the Holy Gospels, said: that he went to the place of the apparitions in the rain, and that a quarter of an hour after the rain stopped he saw that huge multitude of people, crying out loudly and almost all kneeling, turned towards the sun; that the sun showed unusual signs, spinning on itself and trembling; and that at the same time he observed that a reddish-yellow colour had appeared around it, which was reflected on the whole multitude and on the horizon, while the light weakened and the temperature rose. The multitude, even the unbelievers, said it was a manifest miracle. It is public knowledge that the little children had said six months before that on that day, at that hour and in that place a miracle would take place; this drew a multitude of about forty thousand people there, who went home believers. And he said no more and signs his deposition.

10th witness – João Vieira Gomes¹², married, resident in the parish of Alqueidão da Serra, eyewitness of the events that took place at Fátima on the thirteenth of the current month, sworn on the Holy Gospels, said: that he saw the sun spin like a firework wheel, and gazed at it without discomfort to his eyes, while it trembled and the whole multitude cried out to Our Lady. This event was witnessed by the whole multitude. And if anyone did not see it, it was because he did not want to see. And he said no more and does not sign because he does not know how to write.

11th witness – Manuel Carvalho¹³, married, resident in Alqueidão da Serra, eyewitness of the events that took place at Fátima on the thirteenth of October nineteen hundred and seventeen, sworn on the Holy Gospels, said: that he saw the sun come down, as it seemed to him, and take on various colours, spinning like a firework wheel, and that one could look at it without discomfort. The witness noted that, although it had rained all morning, the rain stopped at the time the children arrived; praying the rosary, they made the multitude kneel – a multitude estimated at fifty thousand people, who were crying out to Our Lady. And he said no more and signs his deposition.

12^th witness – Domingos Pedro¹⁴, married, resident in the hamlet of Alqueidão da Serra, eyewitness of the events that took place at Fátima on the thirteenth of the current month, sworn on the Holy Gospels, said: he saw the rain stop in which the little children – I mean, the rain stop at the hour when the little children told people to close their umbrellas – and the sun spin like a firework wheel and come down, as it seemed to him. The multitude knelt when the little shepherd girls called out: “Here comes Our Lady.” These phenomena followed one straight after another, at the hour fixed six months before. All who witnessed the event considered it miraculous. And he said no more, not signing because he does not know how.

2nd witness – Anzebino Francisco Mira⁴, married, resident in the hamlet and parish of Reguengo do Fetal, eyewitness of the events that took place at Fátima on the thirteenth of October nineteen hundred and seventeen, sworn on the Holy Gospels, said: that he went to the place of the apparitions in the pouring rain; that the rain stopped between noon and 1 o'clock in the afternoon, and immediately afterwards he saw the sun spinning like a firework wheel and coming closer to the great multitude that was present there; that he also saw different colours on the people and on the horizon; and that all this happened at the same hour as the events of the thirteenth of the five previous months. And he said no more and signs his deposition.

3rd witness – Manuel Ribeiro de Carvalho⁵, married, landowner, resident in the hamlet of Reguengo do Fetal, questioned about the event that took place on the thirteenth of October of the year nineteen hundred and seventeen at the Cova da Iria in Fátima, said: that about a quarter of an hour, more or less, after the rain stopped, he saw the sun spin on itself, coming closer to the people, and that it gave off a good deal of heat; and at the same time he observed the colours blue and red on the horizon. And he said no more and signs his deposition.

5^th witness – Romano dos Santos⁷, married, resident in the hamlet and parish of Alqueidão da Serra, eyewitness of the events that took place on the thirteenth of October 1917, sworn on the Holy Gospels, said: that he heard people say that everyone should kneel, because Our Lady was coming; he heard these words from the multitude, and they presumably came from the little shepherd girls, who were some distance away. At these words the multitude knelt; the rain had stopped at that moment, and looking at the sun he saw that it was surrounded by different colours and spinning like a firework wheel. He heard the cries of those people, saying it was a manifest miracle. And he said no more and does not sign his deposition because he does not know how.

6^th witness – Maria da Silva Vieira da Rosa⁸, single, of full age, resident in Alqueidão da Serra, eyewitness of the events that took place at Fátima on the thirteenth of the current month, sworn on the Holy Gospels, said: that at the moment when the multitude was kneeling, the rain having stopped shortly before, she looked at the sun and saw it turn different colours, coming closer and spinning like a firework wheel. She saw this phenomenon three times. The whole multitude, in floods of tears, cried out to Our Lady. And she said no more and signs her deposition.

7^th witness – Manuel João Sénior⁹, married, resident in Alqueidão da Serra, eyewitness of the events that took place on the thirteenth of October 1917 at Fátima, sworn on the Holy Gospels, said: that while a large multitude was on its knees, he looked full at the sun without any discomfort to his eyes and without it burning, and three times he saw it spin like a firework wheel and come closer, at the hour the three shepherds had foretold. And he said no more and does not sign because he does not know how to write.

9^th witness – António Vieira Amado¹¹, married, resident in Alqueidão da Serra, eyewitness of the events that took place at Fátima on the thirteenth of October nineteen hundred and seventeen, sworn on the Holy Gospels, said: that he saw the sun very clear, and within it he seemed to see three images; in front of the sun he saw various colours, and it was spinning like a firework wheel. Before this he had heard the call for everyone to kneel because Our Lady was coming, and the multitude obeyed, raising great cries and calling out to Our Lady. And he said no more and signs his deposition.

Although the newspapers have already told it, I shall repeat what I saw, and what Uncle Vasco and all those who went with me saw, as well as all those who spoke with us.

I will begin by saying that it was an imposing and moving sight to see 50,000 people gathered there, of all ages and all social classes, animated by the same faith, without thinking or worrying about the rain and the dreadful mud, without the slightest accident or disorder, all in the greatest calm, respect and emotion. We did not manage to get near the oak tree because many people had been there since the day before, but we were close by, although we could not see what the little girls were doing, which I very much regret. Shortly before the hour at which Our Lady was to appear, the rain stopped as if by magic and the sun came out; shortly afterwards it was hidden again; it seemed like a signal. Shortly afterwards we noticed something that impressed us: the faces of the people in front of us were in shadow on the side where the sun was (although it was hidden) and lit up on the opposite side, that is, the side where the oak tree was! By this I do not mean that I saw any glow; that I did not see. While we were noticing this, and also a sort of smoke or mist that could be seen above the heads of the people near there, it was moving to hear the hymns that everyone was singing on all sides, and little by little everyone took off their hats. Suddenly the sun appears again, everyone begins to turn round and cry out; we held out for some time, but they insisted so much that we looked, and saw that one could gaze at the sun without any effort. It was a white disc, it looked like a host^*; suddenly it changed into a black disc, surrounded by a golden ring, and this black disc begins to spin round on itself, throwing out from time to time luminous rays, or rather flashes of lightning.

It turned white again and then was covered by a golden cloud! — You cannot imagine the shivers it sent down one's spine; the emotion, how people wept, what exclamations there were!

Thus it was that, on the famous and long-awaited day, thousands upon thousands of people flocked to Fátima from near and far, braving all the obstacles and hardships of travel, some trudging leagues in sun and rain, others conveyed in the most varied vehicles, from the almost prehistoric to the latest marvellous models of motor car, and many more who endured the discomforts of the third-class carriages of the trains, in which, to cover what are nowadays relatively short distances, long hours and even days and nights are lost! I saw groups of men and women, patiently, as if rapt in a dream, making their way on the eve towards the famous spot, singing sacred hymns and walking barefoot to their rhythm and to the cadenced recitation of the rosary, without being troubled, deterred or driven to despair by the almost sudden change in the weather, when the downpours turned the dusty roads into deep mires and the mildness of autumn gave way, for a day, to the harshest rigours of winter... I saw the crowd, now pressed around the little tree of the miracle and stripping it of its branches to keep them as relics, now spread out over the vast heath which the Leiria road crosses and overlooks and which the most picturesque and motley throng of carriages and people cluttered on that memorable day, awaiting the supernatural manifestations in the best of order, without fearing that the wintry weather would spoil them, diminishing their splendour and majesty... I saw that discouragement did not invade souls, that confidence remained alive and ardent despite the unexpected setbacks, that the composure of the crowd, in which country folk were in great abundance, was perfect, and that the children, privileged in their own estimation, were received with demonstrations of the most intense affection by that people, who knelt, uncovered their heads and prayed at their bidding as the hour of the "miracle" approached, the hour of the "perceptible sign", the mystic and longed-for hour of contact between heaven and earth...

And, when I no longer imagined that I would see anything more impressive than that noisy but peaceful crowd, animated by the same obsessive idea and moved by the same powerful yearning, what did I still see that was truly strange on the heath of Fátima? The rain stops falling at the foretold hour; the dense mass of clouds breaks apart, and the king of stars — a disc of dull silver — appears at the very zenith and begins to dance a violent and convulsive dance, which a great number of people imagined to be a serpentine dance^*, so beautiful and glittering were the colours that successively covered the surface of the sun...

A miracle, as the people cried; a natural phenomenon, as the learned say? I do not care to know that now, only to tell you what I saw...

"And when I no longer imagined that I would see anything more impressive than that noisy but peaceful crowd animated by the same obsessive idea and moved by the same powerful longing, what did I see that was truly strange on the heath of Fátima? The rain, at the hour foretold, stop falling; the dense mass of clouds break up and the king of stars, a disc of dull silver, at its full zenith, appear and begin dancing in a violent and convulsive dance, which a great number of people imagined to be a serpentine dance^*, so beautiful and glittering were the colours that successively covered the surface of the sun. A miracle, as the people cried; a natural phenomenon, as learned men say? I am not concerned now to know, but only to tell you what I saw... The rest is a matter for Science and for the Church".

The next day, the 13th, we went first thing in the morning to the place of the apparition. Incidentally, I am pleased to say that Fátima is a small, rather pretty village of perhaps a hundred-odd households.

By half past eight the road to the field of the apparition was already lined with carriages, motor cars, carts, donkeys and many people on foot. It must be 2 kilometres from Fátima to the site of the phenomenon.

When we got there, our carriage drew off to the side of the road, as others did, to make way for the traffic. Even at that hour there was an immense crowd. From inside the glazed coupé we faced the vast field, shaped like a basin, raised at the sides and sunken in the centre, forming an enormous bowl, with groups here and there, and a long valley, which made us think the Valley of Josaphat^* must look like this!

There, far off, to one side, we could see many people surrounding the place of the apparition, marked by 2 wooden posts with a cross in the centre and 2 lanterns on the posts.

The 13th dawned rainy, with a leaden sky and wind.

At 9 or half past it grew darker and rained harder, and it seemed to us the day could not improve. As the rain kept on, at 11 o'clock we resolved to leave our hothouse and lookout..., and we went along with the groups of pilgrims towards the place that some little shepherds had announced as the stage of supernatural scenes. At noon the 3 little shepherds arrived. Lúcia, aged 10 or 11, is the one who speaks; the others, Jacinta, the youngest, and Francisco, who are brother and sister and cousins of Lúcia, said they had seen a very beautiful Lady, dressed all in white, with a cloud at her feet.

A few minutes after the little shepherds arrived the rain stopped, and the sky, dark until then, precisely at the hour (it must have been 1 in the afternoon) at which the 3 astronomers had announced the most phenomenal event that could happen, cleared a little opposite the place of the announced apparition, so that almost all eyes instinctively fixed on that same spot.

A truly impressive scene, witnessed by 40,000 to 50,000 people – that was the rough estimate!

I do not affirm what I did not see. We did not see Our Lady, nor do we consider ourselves worthy of it. But in the sun alone we saw the affirmation of a phenomenon, of a supernatural occurrence!

How it happened and where it came from, we cannot explain. But the fact occurred, and against facts there are no arguments.

As I have said, at 1 o'clock the sky cleared where the cloud had moved aside; and imagine our astonishment when a silvery globe appeared, turning slightly, with the clouds crossing it here and there! This happened 3 times, at intervals of perhaps 3 to 4 minutes.

At that moment, behind us, the scene of the little shepherds was taking place beside the holm oak; we stayed 7 or 10 metres from that spot to escape the throng. The eldest of the little shepherd girls called for silence at this point, and the rest of the scene there was for the 3 alone! After this charming rehearsal or prelude to the King-Star^* – which was as if eclipsed by the clouds, though not entirely hidden – there suddenly broke out, in all its splendour and quite unlike anything usual, a very brilliant red cloud or flame that covered it; and after a few moments that globe or sphere was shaking nervously as if driven by electricity. It seemed to swell and to want to plunge down or speak to the earth, to announce an event of rejoicing and terror!

Then a yellow, golden cloud changed the scene; and so this reality, which to mortals had seemed a dream, gradually faded away! I wish I could describe this unique, marvellous event in polished phrases; I confine myself to narrating it with the simple expression of the truth, as we witnessed it.

[…]

Little did we think that we would witness it, at the moment when the nervous sun held the audience in suspense. It seemed to be coming towards the earth, announcing the miracle and greeting the Queen of Heaven and of the universe, who at those moments was speaking to the 3 little shepherds, as the three children spontaneously and intemerately⁶ affirm.

I believe, and nothing makes me averse to believing, in view of what I saw. But, as my voice is weak and feeble in the desert, let us hope that other stronger and more authoritative voices will confirm it.

As soon as the King-Star had returned to normal, everyone withdrew in the best order and in silence, subdued by the truth of the facts! Incidents: the vast field of the miracle was all clay, divided into plots by loose stone walls.

As it had rained, it had turned to mud. As soon as I got out of the carriage I sank my boots into the mud and my feet were so heavy that I thought I could not walk! On we went, on and on, until we stopped quite near the holm oak, already cut down and stripped, whose little twigs were being given to the devout, just as our brothers who go to the front^* take keepsakes and relics of their families.

It moved us, however, to see ladies like ourselves in little white shoes, thinking they would find dry, firm ground, where there was only shifting clay! A pity they did not climb higher... treading the mud of the earth with indifference!

[…]

Nor does it surprise us that among thousands of people there should be someone like our coachman, who had stayed by the carriage at the top of the valley. I asked him:

– Well, Mr Manuel, did you like it, and did you see the sun?...

It seems that at that moment he was feeding the horses! A great materialist (though a very good person besides)...

At last, as 13 Oct. was approaching and I had a great desire, an immense desire, to go to Fatima, the place of the miracle, we arranged, my sister, some cousins and some friends, to go all together. There is no railway as far as the village, and from the village itself to the place of the apparition it is still quite far. So we hired a large motor car and set off bravely from Lisbon at 2 o'clock in the morning, so as to be at the appointed place at noon. We travelled all night, and at 10 o'clock we were at the place of the apparition. There was already an enormous crowd waiting; it has been calculated that more than 50,000 people were there. All through the night and the morning we had met hundreds of carriages, people on foot, on horseback, on donkeys, in short every possible vehicle; and I assure you there were some truly prehistoric ones. It made one laugh a little, but at the same time it was touching to see so many people heading for the same place to attend the apparition of the Virgin. I kept saying that this in itself was already a real miracle: at the voice of these poor children so many thousands of people were leaving their homes, their business, to hasten there, pray and sing hymns. It was pouring with rain, a rain such as we do not often have in October, when the weather is still so fine; and yet not a single person complained; there we were in the rain, waiting! One heard something like the sound of the sea, and it was all those people praying aloud and singing hymns.

At last at noon a great murmur and cheering are heard. It was the children arriving, accompanied by the local doctor, who has taken them under his protection.

But I was telling you about the moment when the children arrived at the place where the Blessed Virgin appears to them. This place is marked by a rustic altar topped by a cross, with two lamps burning; it is near an olive tree^*, or rather it was an olive tree, but nothing remains of it now but a stump almost level with the ground; people have torn off the leaves, the branches, everything, out of devotion.

Father, it is exactly noon, and the rain, which was falling in torrents, suddenly stops; the children are kneeling near the cross and praying, their little faces transfigured and covered with tears. Then all of a sudden a clamour is heard rising from thousands of mouths; all the people cry out: "Miracle, miracle, praised be Jesus Christ, praised be the Most Holy Virgin". And the sun, which can be looked at directly and which looks like a metal disc without rays, begins to turn on itself and to rise and fall several times. That is what was being said beside me, and what thousands of people affirm they saw. I myself did not see it; I was indeed able to look straight at the sun, and I was terribly moved to hear everyone proclaim that extraordinary signs could be seen in the sky. I believe that Our Lord did not find me worthy to see these phenomena, but in my soul I had no need to see them in order to believe in the apparition of the Blessed Virgin to the children. Two of my cousins who were near me were beside themselves and affirmed that they saw the sun exactly like a firework spinning dizzily. Well, this lasted a few minutes, then the clouds covered the sun again; the children got up and the whole crowd rushed at them to hear them speak.

I was able to see from afar one of the little girls in the arms of a gentleman. I did not hear what she was saying, but it was reported that she said this: "The Blessed Virgin has blessed everyone, she wants people to pray, to do penance and to build at this spot a chapel in honour of the Virgin of the Rosary.

The alms are so abundant that the chapel is going to be started straight away, and this spot, utterly unknown a few months ago, has suddenly become famous. As I told you, more than 50,000 people were gathered there on 13 Oct.; and all those people left happy and convinced that the Blessed Virgin had deigned to come down for a moment upon our poor Portugal. I, for my part, am sure of it. Tell me, Father, what you make of all this. I am happy to have been able to witness such a manifestation of faith and religion.

Near me an old peasant kept crying out: "Blessed Virgin, my son, my little child, meu filhinho in Portuguese;" It is an expression that cannot be translated well, but it is so touching; no doubt his son is at the war, and the poor old man, feeling the Blessed Virgin so close, was asking her to protect him.

I was among the first to arrive there, and among the last to withdraw. I never felt so great a joy and never so pure a satisfaction of soul. From the beginning, and in spite of the continual and troublesome rain, I noticed at once that all of us, in a communion of feelings and ideas, were contented and hopeful; not a gesture of despair or faintness, not a word of displeasure or impropriety. I am certain, my dear friend, that it could have rained or been the worst possible weather and nobody would have budged from there; and in spite of the crowd you saw, it seemed as though we already knew one another, that we were friends and that we all wished for the well-being of the others. Next to me and under our umbrella various people passed, sheltering and talking as if we had known one another for a long time and were old friends.

Among them appeared an old fellow (the father of Joaquim of Maceira) a good 70 years old, who had already walked five leagues^* and had to walk them all again. I asked whether he was worn out by the journey and the rain, but I could get no other answer from the friendly, likeable old man than “He who could, gave the orders”, and it seems to me that his “He who can, commands”^* summed up the attitude of almost all of us who were there; hence our stoicism and perseverance.

For that reason, and in spite of everything, we were expecting something, though some, and I one of them, were anxious and, to tell the truth, somewhat afraid that nothing would happen.

Not everyone has the deep faith of true believers. I will tell you more, my friend: my companion, Joaquim Sacristão of “Turquel”, had in his hand a watch set to sun time^*, and we watched the time pass with some unease.

Now, my friend, let whoever can describe it; I cannot. It must have been between 12.35 and 12.40 by my friend's trusty watch when I saw with complete clarity — for the sunlight let us look at the sun as much as we liked — the sun and the clouds around it tremble hesitantly, like someone obeying a higher will and force that had at that moment laid hold of it and was compelling it to obey. It gave me the impression of someone being given a shake and made to listen. Have no doubt that there was a solar phenomenon on that occasion, with a greater or lesser display of various colours; I saw only a very pronounced yellow, and I thought I saw a black colour beneath the solar disc, but this I cannot vouch for.

More I cannot explain to you, though I felt it and still feel it today, so much so that I shall never again spend such pleasant moments.

Did you not notice our joy and satisfaction after the event? We all asked one another, and only one single person told me they had not seen it. Because of what happened before: the good behaviour of so many people, the prayers, the hymns, everyone's confidence, the faith that showed in their faces, the solar phenomenon that took place, the joy, the friendship that united us all in those moments and even during our stay there, the reverence of the kneeling and fervent crowd, the tears of inner contentment, the fact that there was not the slightest quarrel, theft or accident — because of all this, my friend, and above all because of the solar phenomenon I saw, I believe that there was at Fátima on 13 September⁶ 1917 so extraordinary an event that, until science explains it to me, it is solely and exclusively the work of God.

[…]

I saw the children arrive and leave, and went as far as their house, which my family went into.

I did not go in, nor do I approve of all the silly and tiresome questions that the many people who constantly sought them out, and still do, put to the poor children.

Otherwise, just some poor peasant girls, awkward in their new clothes and crowns of flowers.

Several times I have taken up my pen to write and tell you that I was one of the fortunate ones who had the happiness of seeing the Miracle that Our Lady worked at Fatima on the 13th of this month. But thinking that you would already have heard about it from other people and even from the newspapers, I have refrained until now. Yet as time goes by I feel a great desire to tell all who are dear to me what I saw. And so Your Excellency will forgive me for the time I am going to steal from your many occupations with my poor account of what happened. It was as follows: Having heard various things said on the subject, and that on the 13th Our Lady would make everyone believe, I decided to go from here to the place by bicycle, spending the night before at Reguengo in the house of my sister S. José⁴. On the 13th, after breakfast⁵, I set off for the place I mention, which is some 2 leagues^* from Reguengo. I had barely left the house (9 o'clock, more or less) when the rain and wind began to regale me (and all who were heading the same way) with such violence that we arrived at the place soaked. On the way I even took shelter in a house by the roadside to see whether the rain would stop, but after 2 hours of waiting there was nothing for it but to go on in the rain and wind. All along the road one saw nothing but people on foot, on horseback, in carriages, motor cars, bicycles, etc., a greater crowd [than] on the days of the pilgrimage of Our Lady of Mercules⁸. When we arrived there were thousands of people already there for the same purpose, the mass of people, carriages, etc. making a dazzling sight.

I made my way to the spot where a small arch stood, and where, I learned, Our Lady had on other occasions deigned to appear [to] 3 little shepherd children. It was said that the children had stated that the Miracle would take place between noon and 1 o'clock solar time^*.

The rain did not stop, and the completely overcast sky led one to think that nothing would happen.

A little before the appointed hour the children arrive and the rain is still falling. They go to the spot and ask those present to close their umbrellas, and they are obeyed at once, and what is more, all the men took their hats off their heads. They began the rosary and the rain slowly stops falling. The very dense clouds begin to thin out and the Sun, between one cloud and another, begins to be seen as if it were the moon. Some time later the clouds draw apart and the Sun shows itself in all its splendour. I wanted to stare at it but could not. The clouds go on hiding it, and moments later they draw apart again and the Sun shows us the grandest scene my eyes have ever seen. Taking on the appearance of the moon, all yellow but giving off no l[i]ght, it changes colour to a sky blue, then takes on [a] very intense brilliance like a fountain of brilliant lights [of], starts a very rapid circular movement and approaches the Earth, coming to give us the impression that everything is going to be struck down. But oh! Divine marvel! The Sun returns to its place and seems to say to us: do not be afraid! Everyone, now on their knees, turns their thoughts to God, to Our Lady, and no one remembers this world.

The exclamations Miracles! Mother of Heaven! Our Lady are general, and the Sun, as if to show the unbelievers clearly that what they see is not an illusion, again takes on the aspect of the moon, the sky-blue colour, the same brilliance and circular movement , moving away from the Earth, which leads us to suppose that it is some 500 or 600 metres from us.

Meanwhile the Miracle ends and the children rise from prayer and, carried in the arms of various individuals, the eldest says to the People: Our Lady, who spoke with me for the last time, charges me to tell you: that Peace is made today; that you should go home untroubled, for the rain will not wet you on the way back; that you should pray to Our Lord, whom you have offended much, and that soon the soldiers will come from France, and that she wishes a chapel to be built for her at the place.

During the Miracle objects took on a golden yellow colour, making a dazzling sight of the vast area where upwards of 50 thousand people were gathered.

Within the luminous globe a group of persons could be seen moving, which the child says was St Joseph announcing Peace to men; His blessed Son giving the blessing; and Our Lady of Sorrows.

Within the luminous globe a group of persons could be seen moving, which the child afterwards explained was St Joseph announcing Peace to men, his blessed Son blessing the People, and Our Lady of Sorrows.

The scene is moving and touching! Tears of emotion and joy are seen in almost every eye, and from mine some fell too.

A grand scene such as my eyes have never seen! During the Miracle everything takes on a yellowish colour, a golden yellow, remaining in this state [the .....ows ...[dur]ing some 30 .....[after]wards it end[ed].³⁰

The children rise from prayer and the eldest, carried in the arms of an individual, says to the People: that Our Lady spoke to her for the last time and told her that Peace was being made today; that they should pray and go home untroubled, for the rain would not wet them on the way back; that they should expect our soldiers, who would soon come from France; that she was Our Lady of the Rosary and that she wished a chapel to be erected for her at that spot³¹

I declare — and with me several persons of distinction with whom I have spoken and whose illustrious names I can cite — that we deliberately watched the sun several times, for set periods, to make quite sure of the truth of the facts; but we saw nothing abnormal after the miraculous phenomenon. That the miracle took place is certain, absolutely certain; thousands of people affirm it, not only simple, naive peasants but highly educated people who know the laws of nature well, and who, with a unanimous cry of reverence, fell to their knees proclaiming the grandeur of the miracle without the slightest doubt.

If it were some cosmic phenomenon, would it not already have been foreseen and announced by the learned men who devote themselves to the science of the stars? And yet there was not the slightest announcement of it, from the month of the Virgin^*, when the extraordinary events began to take place on the thirteenth of every month, until now, the month of the Rosary^*, when these miraculous manifestations, announced in advance by little Lucia, came to an end.

I (modesty aside), who am not altogether stupid or ignorant, who went there full of curiosity but without faith in the apparition, with my soul perfectly indifferent to the grandeur of the mystery, deaf to the voice of the inspired child who bade us in the name of Our Lady to look at the sun, fearing to damage or lose my sight by doing so, as is the general belief, I resisted the suggestion; and only after everyone around me, with ecstatic exclamations, had aroused my curiosity to look, did I brave the selfish fear of losing my sight, and then I looked; and, Blessed be God! I saw! I saw what thousands of people were contemplating!

The rain, which had fallen all night and all morning, fine, persistent and tiresome, completely covering the sky with a grey mantle, suddenly stopped at the hour announced by the little shepherds; the clouds began to tear apart and to open (allow me the comparison) as if it were the curtain of a theatre, to reveal the sun darting and casting its luminous rays on the place where the prophetic children were in ecstasy.

The sun then had the appearance of a globe of dull silver, surrounded by a purplish disc, very dark, as when eclipses are not entirely total.

Then a marvellous thing was seen! The sun spinning rapidly like a firework wheel: this prodigy was repeated three times in a row.

The prodigy announced by the little ones was taking place, so that all should believe in the apparition of Our Lady!

Then the clouds gradually disappeared from the firmament, which was left clear, serene and blue, as only the sky of this beautiful Portuguese land of ours can be.

I looked around; the appearance and colours of the landscape were the same as those observed during an eclipse; the same bluish light, sui generis, of that very special electric blue peculiar to phenomena of this nature.

To show clearly how hard I tried not to let myself be influenced by suggestion, I will add that the yellow, red and purple colours that many people said they saw when they lowered their eyes to the landscape, or to the handkerchiefs we had to raise to our eyes as we wept with emotion, were nothing more than the result of our staring at the sun with the naked eye, as always happens in such circumstances.

On the grandeur of the spectacle, the beauties of the landscape, the imposing sight of the multitude, on the tenderness stirred by the devotion of so many believing souls singing in chorus the Ave^*, the Crêmos Deus^*, the Tantum Ergo^*, and fervent prayers to the Virgin, Our Lady of the Rosary.

“It had been arranged that all those who were to travel in the lorry that would take us to Fátima should meet in Torres Novas. With what emotion I write and speak the name of this blessed place!

At ten to nine we set off in continuous rain, which accompanied us all the way there and which, in my view, was the first favour the Most Holy Virgin obtained for us, after 5 months of drought. On reaching Vila Nova de Ourém we began to climb towards Fátima; you cannot imagine how many vehicles of every kind and people on foot we kept passing, who had left their homes so much earlier than we had. In spite of the persistent rain, no one looked discouraged; everyone looked cheerful and happy, as if saying: “Here we go too, inspired by the same faith.” We all felt as though we were part of one family, and so indeed we were.

We stopped at the church, where we went to adore the Blessed Sacrament and to renew our prayer to Our Lady that she would not allow Her people to be disappointed. I certainly did not doubt the power of God; but I doubted whether we would be granted to see Him manifest Himself in our favour, after He had been so outraged, so disregarded!...

It was noon; we ate something from our provisions, more because we thought we should than out of need. At 1 o'clock we set off for the place... and you can have no idea of the extent of ground occupied by a compact multitude, in the greatest calm and respect, or of the number of cars, carriages, wagons and vehicles of every kind that filled the road for almost a kilometre, barely letting through, with difficulty, anyone who ventured to cross it on foot. We stayed inside the lorry; nothing else was possible.

The hour was approaching and I was certain that the weather was going to clear. In fact, a little before 2 o'clock the rain stopped, though the sky remained leaden. Suddenly all those people, possessed by indescribable anxiety and some of them perhaps disheartened, began to notice a light mist at the place of the holm-oak shrub, and after a few minutes we saw everyone turning towards the sun. I heard afterwards that Our Lady had said at that instant to Lucia (one of the children): “Tell the People to look at the sun.”

Suddenly a luminous disc the size of a large host, but which everyone could gaze at as one gazes at the moon, seemed to detach itself from the sun (or rather to place itself in front of it), visibly coming down in a continuous rotation which, after a pause, was repeated. A lovely cloud, now fire-coloured, now purple, now pink, now golden, appeared and disappeared in succession, the colour being reflected not only on all the bystanders but over that whole area. The yellow colour above all was very impressive; it had already been noticed on the other occasions, but less intense. The horizon was bounded in a perfect circle by luminous spots, equal in size and in distance from one another, giving somewhat the impression of field fires, but in the yellowish tone that is sometimes seen at sunset. This whole effect lasted a long while, and the spots I mention appeared one after another. Simply marvellous and astounding!

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I had taken a list of the people for whom I especially wanted to pray. It was as if I had guessed that there I would only be able to cry out: “Praised be God, praised be God”; and that without ceasing!

Many people (and entirely trustworthy people) saw a lovely star moving towards the oak tree with a glow.

I was with the two little girls, who were dressed in white with very simple little crowns on their little heads. They told me that Our Lady appeared to them with St. Joseph and the Child beside her; she said that she was the Lady of the Rosary, that they should pray it a great deal, that this was a warning, but that if they did not repent and went on offending her Divine Son, He would send a great punishment on Portugal.

The two little girls, separately, described the vision in the same way; and Lucia, who at her young age might have been expected to lose her head amid all the commotion around her, kept telling everyone in a clear, calm voice, as she passed by (in her father's arms) — what Our Lady had said to her

What did the Lady say in October?

– Lúcia said: “What do you want of me”? The Lady answered: “do not offend Our Lord any more, for he was much offended”. She said she would forgive [sic] our sins, if we wanted to go to Heaven. She also said that people were to say the rosary. She said they were to expect the soldiers back here very soon and that the war would end that day. She said people were to build a chapel there, and I don't know whether she said “to Our Lady of the Rosary” or that “she was Our Lady of the Rosary”.

On the thirteenth of October did you see the little angels and the arch of flowers?

– I didn't see them, I didn't notice, when the Lady appeared beside the sun.

52^nd – What did the Lady say in October?

– I asked her what she wanted of me. She said that people were not to offend God Our Lord any more, for He was already much offended; that they should say the rosary to Our Lady of the Rosary, that she might forgive them their sins (sic), if they wanted to go to Heaven; and she also said that she wanted them to build a little chapel there to Our Lady of the Rosary, or that she was Our Lady of the Rosary. I don't know whether she said “to Our Lady of the Rosary” or “I am Our Lady of the Rosary”.

53^rd – What else did she say?

– I told her I had many requests for cures and conversions and she said she would make better and convert some, and not others.

54^th – Did she say nothing else?

– She said: “the war ends today, and expect your soldiers back here very soon”.

55^th – Didn't she say that the war would end as soon as she reached Heaven?

– I don't remember whether she said it would be as soon as she reached Heaven.

56^th – That day did you tell the people to close their umbrellas?

– I don't remember saying so.

57^th – Did you let out a cry telling the people to look at the sun?

– I don't remember letting out any such cry.

58^th – Is it true that the Lady pointed to the sun?

– I don't remember her doing so.

59^th – What colour was Our Lady's clothing beside the sun?

– The mantle was blue and the dress white.

– And Our Lord's, St. Joseph's and the Child's?

– St. Joseph's was red, and Our Lord's and the Child's I think were also red.

In the field at Fátima, about 1 o'clock. It is raining torrentially, but that cannot dampen the spirits of the groups near me. The rosary, the litany and the Crown of the Immaculate Conception^* are prayed. Acquaintances and strangers join in each other's prayers.

Some time later the rain stops and the sun, the everyday sun, makes its appearance....

It is a few minutes after half past one. My heart feels slightly heavy. I begin the Rosary again, and in the middle of the 2nd mystery I hear a gigantic sigh from the multitude, and someone says to me: "Look at the sun". I answer that I see nothing, but seconds later this exclamation comes out of my mouth: "It's the moon". I see a very clear, silvery-blue disc, without rays, which, soon taking on its natural colour again, begins spinning dizzily; then this disc takes on different colours.

It throws out from itself something like rolls of smoke of whatever colour it is tinged with, but it always keeps its perfectly round shape, without rays, and can be stared at without any difficulty. At one moment I see it colour itself a vivid pink. Behind each hilltop there rises something like a veil of gauze of the same colour; field and multitude, everything reflects it. It is grandly beautiful, and yet there grows in the soul a feeling of fear, inexplicable if we did not have the conviction of the "supernatural".

No one says aloud what they see, but from the redoubled fervour of the invocations to Our Lady at the "culminating" moments one can tell that everyone more or less sees and feels the same.

The clamour is immense at the moment when the sun comes down, a movement which I observe distinctly, as well as a movement to the right and left, or vice versa, but now at the sun's normal height. These last two movements were much less perceptible than the downward movement, and I cannot affirm that they followed immediately after it.

What I have just written is what my eyes saw at Fátima

My soul — that was wholly with Our Lady.

On 13 October she was near the children when the apparition took place. From the place where I was I saw them very well. As soon as they arrived, they prayed the rosary, the confession^* and the act of contrition. Meanwhile the people pressed in more and more, so much so that the children were in danger of being crushed, in spite of the efforts of the people around them to hold back that wave. Everyone wanted to see and hear from close up, which was impossible. Jacintha, distracted and very frightened, was crying because of the shoves she was getting. Lucia stroked her and asked her not to cry, because nobody would hurt her. Francisco too was distracted because of the people. Suddenly Lucia told him to look at the holm-oak shrub. The little girl's face became lovelier than it was: it turned rosy, and her lips grew thinner. Then I heard her ask this question: What is it you want? You said that today, which is 13 October, you would tell me what you wanted. She was silent for a moment and then added: “Very well, but if you don't work some miracle, the people will say it is a lie.” Then she was silent for a little while. Next she said: “But what am I to ask for? I would ask you to save all these people and take them to Heaven, and to cure these sick people.” At that moment many people were making requests. I do not know whom the little girl was referring to. She also said the following: “I have come here to talk several times now and never asked you your name”. After hearing the answer she said: “it is the Lady of the Rosary.” Then, leaning towards her mother, who was nearby, but without turning towards the people, she said more loudly: “Our Lady says to look at the sun, that she wants to manifest herself in the heavenly bodies. ” It is then that Jacintha exclaims: “My mother from Heaven is going away now, look where she's going!” The little boy in turn says: “I can't see her any more! ” Jacintha answered him: “She's right in line with the...”

I too went there; not because I was spurred by the lively enthusiasm of an inner conviction that the announced portents would come about, but because gratitude for a signal and obliging kindness compelled me to go.

The 13th of October had dawned rainy and harsh, but the whirl of the violent wind, accompanied by heavy showers, was not enough to overcome the sincere faith of some and the ardent curiosity of others.

Along the long road I met tens, hundreds, thousands of people who, lashed by the stormy gale, without a gesture of annoyance, without a flagging of spirit, went on along the flooded road in search of the place where prodigious events are said to have already taken place, and where others were due to occur on this day. The gravity and composure that shone through on every face were a sure guarantee of the fervent belief that drove many, and of the respect that this naive and pure belief imposed on all.

On arriving at the scene of these resounding events, I was vividly impressed by the enormous multitude, reckoned at many thousands of people, which was crowding together with an order, a respect and a composure that were moving.

Not being able to force my way through to the famous Holm-oak shrub, which seems to have served as a kind of throne for the Heavenly Vision, I stayed on the road at a spot from which everything could be well observed.

Voices could be heard as far as where I was, distinct echoes of religious hymns in which the multitude was strengthening its faith while the solemn hour for which thousands of hearts were longing had not yet come.

The three children had just arrived, the rough, unlettered protagonists of the grandest and most extraordinary spectacle I have ever been privileged to witness. The august moment was approaching. The persistent rain eased, and to the north, in a strip of sky, clear blue could be seen breaking through the leaden clouds.

To my mind, already moved by what I was witnessing, came the thought that that misty morning, with its sky laden with greyish clouds, might well be the setting for a grand spectacle about to take place. On the clock the hand was slowly reaching 2 o'clock; and meanwhile the multitude waited in anxious recollection for the marvellous event that was to reinvigorate its faith.

Already in some candid souls the fear was arising that the announced event would not take place, when suddenly that whole immense multitude, at the voice of the seer, stirred in a brouhaha expressive of amazement and astonishment and raised its head to the sky, where thousands of eyes contemplated, aghast, the sun in the open blue, visible to all, without the intensity of its rays hurting the retina and hindering vision, crowned with various colours, in a movement of swift rotation, seeming at times to break loose from the vault of heaven and approach the earth. The spectators, looking at one another, appeared to each other yellow in colour, and on the horizon, reddish-orange, wherever the eyes were fixed, beams of softened light could be seen, of an oval shape, seemingly placed at equal distances, and reflected on the earth.

Such was the surprising phenomenon that all had occasion to observe, and which drew from some the sincere confession of ardent faith, and threw others, whose flower of belief had been scorched by the parching wind of scepticism, into a benevolent expectation.

It is the deposition of Maria Rosa Pereira, sixty-three years of age, married to José Pereira Lopes, of Casal da Fonte, parish of Assentiz, council of Torres Novas. The Rev. António Lopes Laranjeiro⁹, former professor at the Patriarchal Seminary in Santarém, and then chaplain at the village of Moreiras Grandes, in the same parish, declared that he knew the witness perfectly well and considered her very serious and absolutely worthy of credence. This deposition was made on the thirteenth of November, nineteen hundred and seventeen, and refers to the apparition of the preceding thirteenth of October. The witness says that on that day she was near the children when the apparition took place, seeing them very well from where she was. The people pressed in more and more, so much so that the children were in danger of being crushed despite the efforts of those around them to hold back that human wave. Everyone wanted to see and hear from close by, which was impossible. Jacinta, distracted and full of fear, was crying because of the shoving she was getting. Lúcia was caressing her and asking her not to cry, because no one would hurt her. Francisco too was distracted because of the people. Suddenly his cousin told him to look at the holm oak. The girl's face became more beautiful than it was, turning rosy, and her lips grew thinner¹⁰. Maria Pereira, who expressed herself in these terms with the greatest simplicity and naturalness, unaware of the very extraordinary thing they might signify, was a person of humble condition, without literary culture, possessing an elementary religious education.

Little Lúcia, the one to whom the Virgin appeared, was talking with some visitors a little way off. We waited for them to leave her and went up to her. She was a child of about twelve, with coarse features and a very sallow complexion. She was poorly dressed, in country fashion, with a small red paper flower on her breast and in her hands a small box in which some coins jingled. They had a sad and sombre air. She told us of the apparition of the Virgin in the way already known to all: that the Virgin had told her “that we had greatly offended God and that we should mend our ways”; “that we should build a little chapel there and give it the name of the Lady of the Rosary”; “that the war would soon end”. When my sister asked her what she had seen in the sun at the time of the miracle, she answered “that she had seen St. Joseph”. I also asked her whether she had not been afraid the miracle might not happen, since the people might kill her, thinking she had been deceiving everyone; she replied with some force “that she knew the miracle would happen and so had not even thought of such a danger”. She also told us that she had previously heard tell of the miracles of Our Lady of Lourdes.

They were as follows: 1st, the phenomena lasted some 8 to 10 minutes; 2nd, the sun lost its dazzling brightness and took on the appearance of the moon, so that it could be looked at easily; 3rd, three times during that period the sun showed a rotating movement at its rim, throwing out sparks of light at its edges, just as happens with the well-known Catherine wheels of fireworks; 4th, this rotating movement of the sun's edges, 3 times manifested and 3 times interrupted, was rapid and lasted 8 or 10 minutes, more or less; 5th Next, the sun took on a violet colour and then an orange one, spreading these colours over the earth, finally regaining its brightness and brilliance, impossible to look at with the eye. 6th It was a little after noon and near the zenith, (which is most important) that these events took place.

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At the last apparition my whole family saw the cloud, and as they were some distance away they thought there was fire and incense at the spot. Through a relative of mine and others who were near the children it was ascertained that there was no fire at all.

I shall relate briefly and concisely, without phrases that veil the truth, what I saw at Fátima on 13 October 1917.

The times I shall refer to are those officially in force at that period, by decision of the government that had brought our time into line with that of the belligerent countries^*. I do this for greater accuracy, since I could not easily state precisely the moment when the sun reached the zenith.

I arrived at noon. The rain, which since morning had been falling fine and persistent, driven by a harsh wind, went on, irritatingly, threatening to turn everything to liquid. The low, heavy sky had a greyish colour, pregnant with water, a presage of abundant and long-lasting rain.

I stayed on the road, sheltered by the hood of the motor car, a little above the place said to be the site of the apparition, not daring to venture into the sticky, clayey mire of the freshly ploughed field. I must have been a little over a hundred metres from the tall posts topped by a rough cross, and I could distinctly see around them the wide circle of people who, with their umbrellas open, looked like a vast expanse of shields.

Shortly after one o'clock the children arrived at the spot: the children to whom, so they insisted, the Virgin had appointed the place, day and hour of the apparition. The hymns sung by the people around them could be heard.

At a certain moment this wide, confused and compact mass closed its umbrellas and bared its heads in a gesture that must have been one of humility or respect, but which left me su[r]prised and amazed, because the rain, [in] its blind persistence, was now wetting heads, drenching and soaking them. I was told afterwards that these people, who ended up kneeling in the mud, had obeyed the voice of a child.

It must have been half past one (14.30) when there rose, at the precise spot where the children were, a column of smoke, thin, faint and bluish, which went straight up to perhaps two metres above their heads, to vanish at that height. This phenomenon, perfectly visible to the naked eye, lasted a few seconds. As I did not time it, I cannot say whether it lasted more or less than a minute. The smoke dissipated abruptly, and after some time the phenomenon was repeated a second and a third time. On all three occasions, and above all on the last, the slender shafts stood out sharply in the grey atmosphere.

I trained my binoculars on it. I could see nothing apart from the columns of smoke, but I was convinced that they came from some thurible^*, not being swung, in which incense was burning. Afterwards trustworthy people assured me that the same thing had regularly happened on the 13th of [the] five previous months, and that on those days, as on this one, nothing had ever been burned there nor any fire lit.

As I went on watching the place of the apparition in calm, cool expectation, with a curiosity that was waning because the time had passed long and slowly without anything to catch my attention, I heard the hubbub of thousands of voices. I saw that multitude, spread across the wide field that stretched at my feet, or massed in compact waves around the upright timbers, or on the low terraces that held back the soil, turn their backs on the point where until then all their desires and longings had converged, and look at the sky on the opposite side.

It was almost two o'clock.

Moments before, the sun had broken triumphantly through the dense layer of clouds that had kept it hidden, and was shining clearly and inte[n]sely.

I turned towards this magnet that was drawing all eyes, and I could see it: like a disc with a clean-cut rim and a sharp edge, luminous and shining, but it did not hurt the eyes.

The comparison I heard made at Fatima itself, with a disc of dull silver, did not seem right to me. It was a lighter, more active and richer colour, with shifting tints, having, as it were, the lustre of a pearl. It in no way resembled the moon on a clear, pure night, because one saw and felt it to be a living heavenly body. It was not spherical like the moon, and it did not have the same tone or the same light and shade. It looked like a burnished disc cut from the mother-of-pearl of a shell. This is not some trite comparison from cheap poetry: that is how my eyes saw it. Nor could it be confused with the sun seen through [the] fog (of which, in any case, there was none at that time), because it was not opaque, diffuse and veiled. At Fatima it had light and heat, and it stood out sharply, with its rim cut in a sharp edge like a gaming board.

The sky was veiled with light cirrus, with chinks of blue here and there, but at times the sun stood out in patches of clear sky. The clouds that ran swiftly from west to east did not dim the sun's light (which did not hurt the eyes), giving the easily understood and explicable impression of passing behind it; but at times those flakes, which came on white, seemed to take on a pink or diaphanous blue tint as they glided in front of the sun.

What is marvellous is that for a long time one could stare at the sun, a blaze of light and an ember of heat, without any pain in the eyes and without any blinding dazzle on the retina.

This phenomenon, with two brief interruptions in which the fierce sun hurled out its most flashing and refulgent rays, which forced us to look away, must have lasted about ten minutes.

This mother-of-pearl disc was giddy with motion. It was not the twinkling of a star in full life: it was spinning on itself at a furious speed.

Suddenly a clamour is heard, like a cry of anguish from all those people. The sun, keeping up the speed of its rotation, breaks away from the sky and, blood-red, advances upon the earth, threatening to crush us with the weight of its huge, fiery millstone. These are seconds of terror.

During the solar event that I have been describing in detail, the atmosphere took on shifting colours. I cannot state the moment exactly because two months have now passed and I did not take notes. I remember that it was not right at the beginning; rath[er], I believe it was towards the end.

While I was staring at the sun I noticed that everything around me was growing dark. I looked at what was near and then far out to the edge of the horizon, and saw everything the colour of amethyst. Objects, the sky and the layer of atmosphere were all the same colour. A purplish oak that stood in front of me cast a heavy shadow on the ground. Fearing that I had suffered some disorder of the retina, an unlikely hypothesis because in that case I should not have seen things in purple, I turned round, closed my eyelids and covered them with my hands to block out all light. Still with my back turned, I opened my eyes and found that, as before, the landscape and the air were still the same purple colour.

The impression one had was not that of an eclipse. I saw the eclipse of 8, which at Viseu, where I was, was total. As the moon moves across to hide the sun, the light turns ashen until everything becomes dull and black. The eye takes in only a small circle, beyond which objects grow more and more confused until they are lost in the blackness. The temperature drops considerably and one would say that life on earth had died. At Fatima, [the] atmosphere, although purple, remained transparent¹⁰ to the very edge of the horizon, which could be made out and seen clearly, and I did not have the sensation of a halt in the energy of the universe.

Continuing to look at the sun I noticed that the surroundings had brightened. Immediately afterwards I heard a countryman who was near me saying in a voice of amazement: this lady is yellow. Indeed, everything had now changed, near and far, taking on the colour of old yellow damask. People looked sickly and jaundiced. I smiled to find them frankly ugly and unattractive. Laughter could be heard. My hand had the same yellow tint.

A few days later I experimented by staring at the sun for a few brief moments. When I looked away I saw, after a few moments, yellow patches of irregular shape. One does not see everything in a uniform colour, as if a topaz had been vaporised in the air, but blotches or spots that shift as the eyes move.

All these phenomena that I have mentioned and described I observed calmly and serenely, without emotion or alarm. It is for others to explain or interpret them.

To conclude, I must state that never, either before or after 13 October, have I seen similar phenomena, solar or atmospheric.

I am asked to relate how I come to be cured of the fevers that had not left me for 4 months. I was very keen to go to Fátima on 13 October, because it was the last day on which Our Lady was to appear to the 3 children, and also because it was the day on which a miracle had been announced that would turn unbelievers into believers. I wondered a great deal how I could go, being so ill, and how I would bear so many leagues^* in a vehicle without even being able to lean back, I who was almost always lying down.

But I got into the lorry, where a friend had offered me some seats, and I thought no more about myself until the rain began; it became torrential, with intense cold. I could not help thinking then that a soaking and so much cold were hardly the best things for someone with malarial fever, for even inside the vehicle some people got quite wet. My pleasure in going to Fátima that day was enormous, but not for a moment did I think of connecting my health with the trip. As for what happened there, I do not describe [it], since it is already well known (though so great a wonder can never be told too often), and some people have related it with great accuracy. I shall mention only one thing, since I see that it is not noted in any of the descriptions I have read. I mean a kind of smoke that could be seen coming from more or less the spot where the Most Holy Virgin was to appear. I cannot pinpoint the spot, because from the lorry where I was I could not tell exactly where it came from; it seemed to come from among the crowd, from the people nearest the spot where the rough arch had been set up. Some people, noticing this smoke, said it was something supernatural, but the idea passed and no more attention was paid to it, although this kind of cloud appeared about 3 times. Only later did I think again about the little cloud that no one could explain, and which I believe was, as it were, the sign of Our Lady's presence there. A little while later the miracle took place, clearly visible to all, believers and unbelievers; and I, who at that blessed moment felt no special sensation, only the joy of seeing a miracle and that God was granting us so great a grace, began, as that day went on, to feel an immense consolation, a sense of well-being and an inner peace that I had not felt for years.

It was only the next day that I noticed that I had none of the malarial symptoms that had always troubled me and that I had returned to my former activity. Since then I have felt nothing more of that illness, only, as I have said, a great consolation. My cure might give me well-being, but what I feel is more than that: it is good spirits, a consolation come from Heaven, which often makes me say inwardly: Praised be God! — That was a blessed day for those parts, and it proved miraculous in various ways. One was that among the 40 or 50 thousand people present there was not the slightest quarrel or disagreement, nor a single accident or even a fright, among so many motor cars, carriages and carts of every kind, donkeys f f. Also, of all the people who were there soaked to the bone, not one is known to have come to any harm, and I know that some of them were weak or ill. In everything the hand of God is clearly seen, and it is a great consolation to see that we are not abandoned by Him as we so richly deserved. I will add that the way people saw what happened in the sky (or rather between the sky and the earth) was truly miraculous, for some saw it one way, others another, and others again in a way unlike any of them.

I, the undersigned, Luís de Andrade e Silva, graduate in Theology and Law of the University of Coimbra, resident at Vila Nova de Ourém, declare that on 13 October 1917 I observed the following on the heath of Fátima:

At the place where Our Lady is said to have appeared for six consecutive months there were more than fifty thousand people, more than a hundred motor cars, an incalculable number of carriages, carts, horses, bicycles and motorcycles, which had come to Fátima from almost all the Portuguese provinces, drawn by the declaration of three innocent children.

At about half past twelve by solar time^*, more or less, the three children arrived at the place of the apparition, despite the tiresome, insolent rain that was drenching everything.

Almost all those people took off their hats when the seers told them to.

They prayed the rosary and sang religious hymns, whose chant reached me, although I was about a hundred metres from the seers.

The rain meanwhile had stopped.

At a certain moment I hear exclamations full of admiration and amazement, and I see everyone staring at the sun with the naked eye.

Someone beside me drew my attention to the king of stars, and I made out in it phenomena which, to this day, I have never observed.

The globe of the sun, like a disc of dull silver, was spinning around an imaginary axis, and at that moment it seemed to descend through the atmosphere towards the earth, accompanied at times by an extraordinary brilliance and by a most intense heat.

The sun's rays took on the colours yellow, green, blue and purple, so people say, but I noticed only the yellow.

After a few minutes, during which these phenomena took place, no one could stare at the sun any longer, because its rays hurt the retina. Only those who witnessed these phenomena can appreciate what happened then, but they cannot describe them exactly.

"It must have been half past one (thirteen thirty) when there rose, at the precise spot where the children were, a column of smoke, thin, faint and bluish, which went straight up to perhaps two metres above their heads and at that height dissipated. This phenomenon, perfectly visible to the naked eye, lasted a few seconds. Not having timed its duration, I cannot say whether it was more or less than a minute. The smoke dissipated abruptly, and after some time the phenomenon was repeated a second and a third time. On all three occasions, and above all on the last, the slender columns stood out distinctly against the grey atmosphere. I turned my binoculars on it. I could see nothing but the columns of smoke, but I was left convinced that they were produced by some censer, not being swung, in which incense was burning. Afterwards trustworthy people assured me that the occurrence used to take place on the thirteenth of the five previous months, and that on those days, as on this one, nothing had ever been burned there nor any fire made.

Almost a year ago, on the thirteenth of October 1917, thousands of people were at Fátima, piously hoping to witness the miracle which the Queen of Heaven had announced on the same day in each of the five previous months.

At 8 in the morning I was already at my post, next to the place of the Apparitions.

From 9 o'clock an uninterrupted rain soaked us, as if Our Lady wished to test the patience of her faithful with this small trial.

As a first blessing of her infinite mercy, there was no harm to record among the many people of frail health who endured it.

Near noon – God's time^* – the Little Shepherds arrive: Lucia, Jacintha and Francisco.

As if by magic, the rain stops while the Little Ones pray the rosary, which we devoutly pray with them, trembling as the Sacred Hour approaches!

Suddenly, Lucia's voice:

– There She is, on the little holm oak.

An eternal, supernatural sensation, that of knowing the Mother of God to be near us!

Prostrate on the ground, hands raised in supplication, in the fervent contrition of human wretchedness before the divine greatness, the holiness of Holinesses!

Then I distinctly heard this sentence from Lucia: – Won't you work the miracle today that you promised me? –

And after these simple words of that predestined child, I heard from her the sentence that destroys all doubt and dispels all the hesitation with which the learned seek to confuse the supernatural with a phenomenon of nature, an illusion that has shaken the firmness of so many believers!

Look at the Sun –

And only after that exclamation of Lucia's, like an order from Heaven, did the Queen of Angels cause that prodigious miracle to appear, that glorious Sun which illuminated her Apparition with a light that no Christian soul will ever be able to extinguish!

I affirm that I heard four more sentences: – Don't you want anything more of me today? –

And, after the question, as if repeating syllables and words which the Mother of Christ was murmuring to her from Heaven: – Cha - Chapel or Church here? –

And, for the first time, with a radiant face, and clapping her hands.

– It's Our Lady of the Rosary –

Turning again to Jacintha, and moving her head down from right to left, as if following the path taken by the Immaculate Virgin, she exclaimed:

– She went that way.

The Apparition was ending.

On the thirteenth of October he went, like so many people, to the place of the Apparitions, eager to observe some extraordinary event, for he had heard that the Lady had told Lúcia she would perform a miracle on the last day. The rain lashed him hard, but it hardly bothered him, because his aim was to observe the extraordinary. As the hour approaches and the crowd gathers, he notices some little birds fluttering over the holm-oak shrub, hopping from side to side. Above the people surrounding the holm-oak shrub he sees, now and then, one after another, small clouds of smoke – or what seemed to him smoke – rising from the ground, like the smoke of the thurible^* during incensing, or like puffs of cigarette smoke. At first he thinks someone is smoking there or has made a fire to warm himself, but he found out that there was no fire of any kind there. The hour approaches and, behold, as if by enchantment, the rain stops, the sun breaks through the dense black clouds and shows itself, darting its bright rays, which very quickly take on the colours yellow, red and green, turning the objects they fall on the same colours; and then it loses its brilliance and colours – so that it can be looked at with the naked eye without hurting the sight – and begins a dizzying rotating movement, seeming to hurl itself upon the earth. And while he watches these marvels, all the people are crying out aloud. This lasted five minutes at most; then it returned to its normal state.

He further said that on the thirteenth of October of the same year, at the hour fixed by the children for the Apparitions, after the rain had stopped, he several times saw a kind of smoke rise from the holm-oak shrub, like the smoke of incense during incensing; he heard the people beside him say it was cigarette smoke or smoke from a fire, but to him it looked just like incense smoke, and as far as he knew there were no smokers there at that moment, nor a fire of any kind.

With his eyes fixed on the holm-oak shrub the whole time, hoping to see something extraordinary, and deliberately not looking at the sun, he noticed that, at the very moment when the people were shouting and exclaiming at what they saw in the sun, the people, the trees and everything he could see in the direction of the holm-oak shrub took on different colours.

On the thirteenth of October some seventy thousand people of all classes and social conditions, from every part of the country, were present. When the dialogue between Lucia and the Apparition was over (the Apparition told her she was the Lady of the Rosary), the seer told the bystanders to look at the sun. The sky was completely overcast. It was raining torrentially.

As if by magic the clouds suddenly parted, and the sun appeared at the zenith in all its splendour and spun dizzily on itself like the most beautiful Catherine wheel imaginable, taking on all the colours of the rainbow one after another and sending out beams of light with an astonishing effect.

This sublime and incomparable spectacle, which was repeated three distinct times, lasted about ten minutes. The immense crowd, overcome by the evidence of so great a prodigy, fell to its knees; the Creed, the Hail Mary and the act of contrition burst from every mouth, and tears – tears of joy, of gratitude or of repentance – welled up in every eye.

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Although I had the good fortune to witness the astounding events of 13 October 1917 and could therefore narrate them in detail, I prefer to reproduce here two accounts of those events written by writers above suspicion: one of them unpublished, from the sparkling pen of the intelligent and highly cultivated Dr. José Maria de Proença de Almeida Garrett, who kindly wrote it at my request two months later; the other by the well-known journalist Mr Avelino d'Almeida^*, published in number 610, 2nd series, of "A Illustração Portuguesa"^*.

"On the thirteenth of October, in the presence of about seventy thousand people of all classes and social conditions and from every part of the country, when the dialogue between Lúcia and the Apparition, who declared to her that she was the Lady of the Rosary, had ended, the seer urged the bystanders to look at the sun. The sky was completely overcast. It was raining torrentially. As if by magic the clouds suddenly parted, and the sun at the zenith appeared in all its splendour and spun dizzily on itself, like the most beautiful firework wheel imaginable, taking on successively all the colours of the rainbow and projecting towards the earth beams of light of surprising effect. This sublime and incomparable spectacle, which was repeated three distinct times, lasted almost ten minutes. The immense multitude, overcome by the evidence of so great a prodigy, fell to its knees, the Creed, the Hail Mary and the act of contrition burst from every mouth, and tears, tears of joy, of gratitude or of repentance, welled up in every eye.

As in all the other months we went to the foot of the holm-oak shrub to see the Lady. There was a flash of lightning; and the Lady appeared. What do you want of me today? I want to tell you that they must not offend God our Lord any more because he is already much offended and that they must go on praying the rosary every day and I want them to build a little Chapel here to the Lady of the Rosary. Then what is your name? I am the Lady of the Rosary. Now I understood that she said it like this. When I get to heaven the war ends today. But my cousin Jacinta said that she had said it this way. If the people mend their ways the war ends today. For this reason I cannot cannot state in which way she pronounced these words. I want to ask you for those people who asked me for the Lady to cure them; some lame others blind others dumb others sick; some I will cure others not.

and With that she went up towards the east as in all the other months; going to such a height that the blue of the sky and the clouds didn't let us see any more. When she had hidden herself we looked at the sun and we saw on the right side of the sun a man from the waist up, with a child in his arms making crosses + with his right hand; and in the other he had a little child dressed in white they had all round them a great brightness that didn't let us look as much as we wanted. On the left side Our Lady just as she had come down to the holm oak.

When they finished Making the crosses Saint Joseph with the child and Our Lady disappeared. Straight afterwards Our Lord appeared on the right side of the Sun seen only from the waist up he had a red garment. On the other side Our Lady of Sorrows with a purple mantle; and always covered with the brightnes[s] that seemed to blind us; with that they disappeared and I have never seen anything again up to today.

13 October dawns like a day in the depth of winter, though the rain falls gently. It rains without stopping all morning. The paths and roads are full of people who, coming from distant parts, had not reckoned on rain, since not a drop had fallen for many months. On arriving at the place they lit fires while waiting for the hour.

Many people went to stay at the hamlet of Chainça, which is a league^* away, among them two gentlemen, a Mr Ferreira from Leiria and another from near Caldas, said to be a priest and a doctor. The next day, as it was raining hard and they were not used to such harsh weather, they could not go on their way, especially as they had nothing to protect them from the rain.

Nobody could lend umbrellas, since there were too few even for their own needs. So I took a broken one and mended it for one of them, and lent my own to the other, going without one myself and also arriving dripping wet.

The moment of the apparition arrives, and what the whole world knows takes place. The sun spins round on itself, and all who were wet are found to be dry, myself among them. A gentleman from Leiria appeared handing out pictures of the three children and of Our Lady, and entrusted me with a bundle of them although he did not know me.

On the thirteenth of October the mother went to the place for the first time, despite the parish priest's advice to the contrary. They went to dress the little girls at her sister-in-law's house, because a lady from Pombalinho brought some dresses, veils and garlands. Lúcia's mother went with the children. But, as there were so many people going, she lost sight of them. At the Cova da Iria she pushed her way through and ended up right next to them. As people were saying that they would kill them, that they would cut them to pieces, and as on the other hand she would be so sorry if everything ended and she saw nothing, she decided to go. The children said what time the apparition would take place and wanted to go so as to be there at that time. On the last occasion they waited a quarter of an hour by the holm oak before the apparition began. All three were standing. Jacinta's mother was close by. People behind were saying that there would be nothing, because the hour was passing and nothing extraordinary was happening. All three at once gave a cry, an “ai!” Lúcia said: “Here she comes! Be quiet, there's been a flash of lightning”. It had been raining all morning. The holm oak was decorated with ribbons and roses; you could hardly see any of it.

Then Lúcia said: “She's here now”. She spoke aloud. The mother saw nothing. She only noticed the same scent as the little branch from Valinhos, when her daughter said: “She's here now!” Lúcia asked: “What do you want of me today?” She fell silent for a little and then seemed to ask her for a miracle so that all those people would believe. Then she was silent again. A few moments later she told her that she had many requests from many sick people to make to her. She was standing, with hands joined, facing the holm oak. The others were in the same position. Jacinta was in the middle. The other two children said nothing. Lúcia from time to time made as if to raise her eyes and lowered them at once, and when the parish priest later asked her why she did that, she said it was because it was blinding. The two little girls were dressed in a light blue dress and a white veil and had on their heads a garland of white artificial paper flowers. It all lasted a short time. Lúcia finally said: “There she goes, there she goes!... Do you see her?... Look over there!”, pointing with her arm towards the east, which was the direction she was facing and had faced the whole time. Then, presumably when she lost sight of her, she turned her back to the holm oak and, addressing the people behind, said: “Listen, Our Lady said that people should mend their ways and stop offending God, who was already very much offended, and that the war was going to end”. And her sister-in-law Olímpia said: “Oh Lúcia, didn't you ask Our Lady to work a miracle so that all the people would believe?” To this Lúcia answered: “Well, do you want a greater miracle than the war ending?” Lúcia said further that Our Lady had said that they should build a little chapel there, that she was the Lady of the Rosary, that the war would end as soon as she reached Heaven. She turned round again and repeated: “There she is!... Do you see her?... She's just about to arrive” (The little girl does not remember having told the people to look up, I mean, at the sky, at the sun). It was then that the people began to look up. Lúcia's mother looked and saw the sun three times spinning and coming down, and one could look at it. All the people were looking and shouting. The people were saying: “Look, look!” Lúcia's mother even feared that the children might be ill-treated. A doctor from Torres Novas⁹ picked her daughter up in his arms and made off with her towards the road. The mother did not know whether it was for good or ill. She came to her sister-in-law's house, the house filling with people, and then went to her own house.

On the thirteenth of October, when Lúcia said: “Our Lady is coming now”, one of the deponent's daughters, named Maria, was standing on a stone a metre from the holm oak, on the east side, to guard the arch^* so that the people would not damage it; the girl felt a blow on her face, saw a very beautiful light near her and gave a cry: “Oh! Our Lady!” The deponent looked and saw a star, a ball, not entirely round, like an egg, very beautiful, of the colours of the rainbow but much more vivid, having a tail a metre and a half long of brilliant colours. It passed very quickly and close to the holm oak, and disappeared a span^* above the ground. She saw the sun, which came down a great deal.

After the thirteenth of September she told Lúcia to ask the Lady who she was. The holm oak shook a great deal when she said that the Lady was coming. She heard Lúcia ask: “You gave permission to build the little chapel; now say under what title we are to worship you”. When she stood up after the apparition, she asked her what title she had said, and the little girl said that it was Our Lady of the Rosary. That day Lúcia also said: “Now close your umbrellas,” for Saint Joseph is already coming into the sun, and the Child, to give the blessing, as soon as Our Lady reaches Heaven”. After she said this the sun danced.

On the thirteenth day of the month of October, when he left Boleiros with other people, it began to rain. His sister was afraid she would not come back, because people said that bombs would be thrown, but he calmed her, saying that if it was Our Lady who appeared there, no harm would come to her, for Our Lady would not allow it. The rain was heavy and the wind blew hard, so that he got quite wet despite carrying an umbrella. So when he reached the parish church he went to the house of a cousin and dried himself. At a certain point in the conversation he had with her, he said to her: “Surely the children won't go there in this rain.” – “They will,” she said, “even if it rains buckets”. Many people were worried about the animals that had carried them, but it is not reported that any harm came to them because of the rain. The rain having passed, at about one o'clock, he set off for the place, and near the road he met a priest from Penacova, who asked him where the place of the apparition was, the deponent pointing out to him the spot where a haze could be seen, a rather dense little smoke, which did not surprise him, as he thought it was incense burned in honour of Our Lady; he was surprised afterwards when they told him that there had been no smoke there at all, that no fire of any kind had been made there, not even a match had been struck. Suddenly the priest looks at the sun and says that the sun in eclipse was not like that. The deponent also looked and saw that the sun gave no light; across it ran a white haze; it was a moon without brightness. The sun was to the left, the rest of the sky being overcast. Taking his eyes off the sun, he saw the people a very vivid red; and he exclaimed: “Oh, gentlemen, how red all the people are!” And the priest answered: “could they be red handkerchiefs?” To which he observed: “How can that be? Did they all agree to have red handkerchiefs over their shoulders?!” Then the people appeared the colour of gold. He did not see the rotating movements of the sun. The people at that moment were shouting a great deal, kneeling and with hands raised, crying out to Our Lady, paying no attention to the mud, of which there was a lot, invoking Our Lady again and again. The impression on the people was extraordinary.

On the thirteenth of October it was raining. They advised him not to go because they might do him harm, although they would not do it to the children, since they were children. He went in their company. There were then many people at the place, which had turned into an enormous quagmire. He heard Jacinta shout that they should not crush her. Lúcia said: “She's here!” The people asserted that they saw colours in the sun and in the sky. The sun did not hurt the eyes at all. He heard no voice. He heard it said, either by Lúcia or by other people, that Our Lady wanted Our Lord not to be offended any more, since He was very much offended, and that the war was going to end.

On the thirteenth of October the mother went again to the Cova da Iria and stood near the children. Jacinta, as the mother heard, after they had said that Our Lady had already appeared, nudged Lúcia with her elbow and said to her: “Speak to her, Lúcia, Our Lady is already there”. Lúcia drew breath twice, like someone short of air. Then she said: “What do you want of me today?” A few moments later Lúcia said further: “I would like you to make my sick people better.” Then she declared: “Our Lady said she could not make them all better, that they were very wicked”. After a few moments she stood up very quickly and said: “If you want to see her, turn towards the east”. But immediately afterwards she exclaimed: “You can't see her any more”.

"Did you go to the Cova da Iria on the thirteenth of October?". She answered: – "The people came to fetch us. I was already at my cousins' house when a lady appeared with a blue dress and wanted me to wear it; she gave a white one to Jacinta. We also wore a garland of artificial flowers on our heads. It was raining hard. When we reached the Cova da Iria it was impossible to get through the crowd; the road was full of carriages and motor cars. At noon there was a flash of lightning and the Lady appeared on the holm-oak shrub: "What do you want of me?", I asked. She answered: "I want to tell you that they must not offend God Our Lord any more, for he is already much offended; keep saying the rosary every day; I want a little chapel built here to the Lady of the Rosary". Then what is your name? She answered: – "I am the Lady of the Rosary". It seems to me she also said this: "Be converted, the war ends today, expect your soldiers very soon". My cousin Jacinta told me at home that the Lady spoke like this: "Be converted, for the war will end within a year". As I was thinking about the requests I wanted to make to the Lady, I did not pay close attention. I made my requests to her and she gave me the answer of the other times. Then she rose towards the east and hid in the clouds. Shortly before the Lady appeared, the rain stopped; and when she disappeared, we looked at the sun. On one side of the sun we saw the figure of a man, from the waist up, with the Child Jesus in his arms, and on the other side the Lady who had been on the holm oak. The Child Jesus was blessing the people. It occurred to me that the man must be St Joseph. There was such a great radiance that it did not let us see properly. They disappeared and then Our Lord appeared on the right side of the sun, seen only from the waist up, dressed in red, and on the other side Our Lady, dressed in purple, looking like Our Lady of Sorrows. Our Lord made the sign of the cross several times. It seems to me I also saw another figure, which seemed to be Our Lady of Mount Carmel^*, because she had something hanging from her right hand. Everything disappeared and I have never seen anything again, up to today".

In the parish inquiry the first witness, Jacinto de Almeida Lopes, says that on the thirteenth of October, nineteen hundred and seventeen, "he saw small clouds of smoke, or what looked to him like smoke, rise from the ground several times above the people surrounding the holm-oak shrub, similar to the smoke of a censer at the time of incensing or to cigarette smoke. At first he thought, because he was some distance from the holm-oak shrub where he saw the smoke, that it was someone there smoking or making a fire to warm himself, but afterwards he ascertained that there was no fire of any kind there.

On the same matter the second witness, Manuel Gonçalves Júnior, testifies, saying that "on the thirteenth of October of the said year, at the hour named by the children for the apparition, after the rain had stopped, he saw rising several times, coming out of the holm-oak shrub, a kind of smoke similar to the smoke of incense at the time of incensing, hearing the people beside him say that it was cigarette smoke or smoke from a fire, but to him the smoke seemed just like that of incensing, and he did not know of there being any smokers or fire of any kind there on that occasion.

2 - What were they doing when they saw the Lady?

3 - Is it true that the boy chased the Image away with stones?

4 - How did the Image appear?

5 - What clothes was she wearing and what did she say?

2 - It was midday and they were minding the sheep when they saw a Lady dressed in white, with her hands joined, with some white beads strung over her arm. Her face was white; she has nothing to compare it with; only in height she says she was the same as Virgínia³ – (The girl is 12 years old) 1.10 m; that she had appeared to them on top of the holm oak.

That her brother had thrown a stone at the sheep and had passed close to her.

6 - Did they all hear?

6 - She hears. That she had said they should go there 6 times, until 6 months were up, and that afterwards she would say what she wanted, and she had disappeared.

7 - Had they been to Mass the previous Sunday? And where?
7 - She goes to Mass every Sunday; the day of the apparition was a weekday and she had not been to Mass.
8 - Where do they usually go to Mass?
8 - She goes to Mass at Fátima
9 - How is the Image dressed in the chapel where they usually go to Mass?
9 - That she knows that in the church there is the Lady of the Rosary, but she has no beads, nor does she have a white dress.
10 - Had they heard any sermon or homily about Our Lady of Lourdes^*?
10 - She does not know.
11 - Did they often go to Mass, even on weekdays?
11 - She goes to Mass only on Sunday, because her mother does not let her.
12 - What did they do after seeing the Lady?
12 - They came home only at night and said that they had seen the Lady from Heaven, for that is what she had called herself.
13 - What clothes did she wear the 1st time and the other times?
13 - Always the same dress.
14 - Did she say why she came on the 13th?
[...]
15 - Did they always see the spots on the sun?
15 - Only the last time did they see the Child Jesus and Saint Joseph and Our Lady in the sun. But Lúcia saw better.
16 - How was she on the holm oak? Was she smiling or was she sad?
16 - She was serious.
17 - What colour was her dress and how did she hold her arms?
17 - Dress all white, tight at the bottom, hands raised.
18 - Were they afraid when they saw the Lady?
18 - She was afraid the 1st time; the Lady said she should not be afraid, that she would do no harm.
19 - Whom did they tell that they had seen her?
19 - She told her father and brother that she had seen the Lady.
20 - When did they speak to any priest about the matter?
20 - She did not tell.
21 - What did he say to them?
21 - She does not remember.

What were they doing when they saw the Lady?

2 - He was minding the flock.

3 - Is it true that the boy chased the Image away with stones?

[3] It was his brother who chased the Lady away last year.

N. B. Jacinta says yes.

4 - How did the Image appear?

5 - What clothes was she wearing and what did she say?

6 - Did they all hear?

4 - It was sunny, they were passing by and he saw a woman dressed in white. He did not see lightning; it was Lúcia who saw it. The sheep were running off into the chickling peas and the maize, but the Lady said they should not worry, that the sheep would not knock anything down, nor eat. After the apparition they ate.

Lúcia says that the Lady did not say anything, unless it was to Jacinta, because she had already appeared to her.

He (Francisco) saw the Image.

She wore a mantle on her head and her dress was all white.

13 - What clothes did she wear the 1st time and the other times?

[13 -] She always wore the same clothes; she was beautiful.

[...] 15 - Did they always see the spots on the sun?

[15 -] He saw St. Joseph and the Child Jesus in the sun.

[...] 22- What did Our Lady say the 1st time?

the 2nd the 3rd

" 4th

" 5th

" 6th

[22 -] He never heard her speak.

What were they doing when they saw the Lady?

2 - I was minding the sheep. There was a flash of lightning and I said: Francisco, we'd better go home, there's a thunderstorm coming. There was another flash of lightning and I looked at the holm-oak shrub and saw a Lady who said: Don't be afraid, I won't do you any harm. She was on top of the holm-oak shrub. The Lady was young, she had a tight skirt. She does not know what a hobble skirt^* is, and she has seen ladies with pleated skirts, but the Lady's dress was not like that. She did not notice whether the dress was all in one piece.

3 - Is it true that the boy chased the Image away with stones?

3 - It was in another year that João had thrown the stone.

Her mother relates that last year in May another image had appeared and that it was this one that had been chased away. Only a year later was there another apparition.

4 - How did the image appear?

4 - [...]

5 - What clothes was she wearing and what did she say?

5 - The first time, that we should not be afraid, that she would do no harm: that we should go there 6 times until 6 months were up, and then she would say what she wanted. Little by little she rose and disappeared.

6 - Did they all hear?
6 - [...]
7 - Had they been to Mass the previous Sunday? And where?
7 - She had been to Mass, as it was a Sunday, at the 1st apparition. She appeared at midday.
8 - Where do they usually go to Mass?
8 - [...]
9 - How is the Image dressed in the chapel where they usually go to Mass?
9 - That in the Church there is the Lady of the Rosary, but she has a child and a mantle and no beads, whereas that one had beads.
10 - Had they heard any sermon or homily about Our Lady of Lourdes?
10 - She did not know the story of Lourdes, but a parish priest has now told it to her.
11 - Did they often go to Mass, even on weekdays?
11 - Sometimes.
12 - What did they do after seeing the Lady?
12 - They came away and she told nothing. She had seen something the year before and had told her mother, who scolded her. The first time she saw it was at a place called the Estrumeiras.
13 - What clothes did she wear the first time and the other times?
13 - She always wore the same clothes.
14 - Did she say why she came on the 13th?
14 - See no. 5.
15 - Did they always see the spots on the sun?
15 - I never saw anything in the sun because I only looked at the Lady.
16 - How was she on the holm oak? Was she smiling or was she sad?
16 - She was serious
17 - What colour was her dress and how did she hold her arms?
17 - White - arms raised.
18 - Were they afraid when they saw the Lady?
18 - They were afraid the first time.
19 - Whom did they tell that they had seen her?
19 - She herself did not tell. It was Jacinta who spread it.
20 - When did they speak to any priest about the matter?
20 - She did not tell straight away, but later.
21 - What did he say to them?
21 - He asked questions and said nothing.

On which side was the Child Jesus when you saw him on the thirteenth of October beside the sun?

– The Child Jesus was in the middle, on St. Joseph's right side, and Our Lady was on the right side of the sun.

2nd – Was the Lady you saw beside the sun different from the one you saw on the holm-oak shrub?

– The Lady who was beside the sun had a white dress and a blue mantle; the one I saw at the holm-oak shrub had both dress and mantle white.

3rd – What colour were the feet of the Lady who appeared on the holm-oak shrub?

– The Lady's feet were white; I reckon she was wearing stockings.

4th – What colour were St. Joseph's clothes and the Child's?

– St. Joseph's were red, and the Child's I think were also red.

5th – When was it that the Lady revealed the secret?

– I reckon it was in July.

It was in this frame of mind that, on the 13th of October last, I went for the first time to the place of the apparitions. I was curious; I was not a pilgrim. On the two days before, and even during the night, I saw an enormous multitude pass through this town on its way to Fátima. Groups of country people came from distant parts, most of them barefoot, passing through this town full of faith and devotion and singing religious hymns such as the “Bendito”^* and the “Queremos Deus”^*. Some I spoke with had already come fourteen leagues^*, dying of hunger and fatigue, but they seemed hopeful and happy. These were certainly the pilgrims. Vehicles of every kind, from the rickety cart to the perfumed “limousine”, also passed through the town in an endless line. These were perhaps for the most part the curious, the gawpers. I was told that the throng was the same on the Torres Novas and Leiria roads. As I said above, on the 13th I set off for the place of the apparitions early in the morning, at about eight o'clock. My brothers António and Fernando came with me.

As soon as we left here, the rain began to pour down, turning the roads into one continuous quagmire. The wind blew hard, especially on the heights of the Fátima hills. There was still an enormous throng on the roads. We passed through the village of Fátima and went on along the road connecting it with the town of Batalha. The rain went on falling in torrents. About one kilometre further on we saw a multitude of many thousands of people, crowded mostly on the hillocks. Were there thirty thousand people, fifty thousand? No one could say for certain. We stopped. Hundreds of carriages and motor cars completely blocked the muddy road. At the bottom of the valley, amid the crowd, I managed to make out some rough posts of light-coloured wood resembling a trapeze, topped by a small cross, as I later observed from closer up. The rain was now less heavy. The sun was still hidden among thick greyish clouds. Around the trapeze I mentioned was gathered a large group. It was the spot indicated by the shepherd girls, on which all attention was concentrated. The landscape at that point is wild and has nothing of interest: hills for the most part covered with stone and heather. A few small oaks and holm oaks alternate with a sparse pine wood towards the east. Here and there, low walls of loose stone, almost collapsed, mark some boundary. There I met a good many people I knew, both from Lisbon and from various places far from here. Almost all of them asked my opinion, perhaps with particular interest because they knew I lived in this region. To all of them I answered, smiling incredulously, that it was all a “blague”. “That as a Catholic I had no objection to believing in the possibility of a miracle, but that precisely because I was a Catholic I did not believe, so long as that miracle was not worked in an evident, unmistakable way. That the clergy of the municipality themselves were also doubtful, so I understood”. Among other people, I remember saying this to the wife of Mr Emílio Infante da Câmara³, of Vale de Figueira, and to her sons Emílio⁴ and José⁵, to Dr. Gualdim de Queirós⁶, of Cernache de Bonjardim, and to Mr José Rino⁷ of Alcobaça and his wife, Dona Capitolina Guimarães Rino⁸. I tried to get close to the spot where the shepherd girls were, next to the trapeze I mentioned earlier, some two hundred metres from the road, but I could not, so compact was the circle of people around them. So I was not able to see or hear them on that occasion; I could only make out that they were praying. I went back up to the road and joined Mr José Rino and his wife, who were standing by their “limousine” talking with various people. It was then that these good friends of mine, who have known me since

I was a child, asked my opinion, which I gave them as I have set out above. They were almost indignant and told me “that for them there was not the slightest doubt that it was a miracle, since they had already been there before, on the 13th of September last, and had witnessed extraordinary luminous phenomena in the sun, precisely at the hour indicated by the little shepherd girls; that the clergy were not well informed and that, if I doubted, I should wait”. As insisting would have been unseemly, I kept quiet, but I remained absolutely convinced that I would see nothing. I then recalled, as I had several times before, that principle of Gustave Le Bon^* which comes down to the hypnotic current that dominates it. I had to be on my guard and not let myself be influenced. This friend of mine took out his watch and said to me: five minutes to go; at one o'clock look at the sun, that was the hour announced by the little shepherd girls, then you can tell me.

This surprised me, for where I intended to look, and where I thought everyone would look, was the spot where the shepherd girls were. I had heard that they had said that on that day something would happen after which no one could doubt. The sky at that moment was leaden. The rain had stopped. The sun could not be seen, hidden by the clouds, and no one would have said it would appear again on such a rainy, harsh day. At one o'clock precisely, I hear a great clamour. These friends of mine shout to me: look, look! But at first I saw only clouds racing lightly by and leaving the sun uncovered. Suddenly I see an intensely pink rim encircle the sun, which looked like a disc of dull silver, as someone has already said, and at the same time it gave me the impression that the sun was moving from its original position. Diaphanous, vaporous clouds, somewhat purple, somewhat orange, drifted past. At various points along the horizon, contrasting with the leaden colour of the sky, I also saw pink and yellow patches. The clamour grew ever louder. This did not last seconds: it lasted perhaps minutes. As I watched these manifestations, which I did not doubt for a moment were due to the Infinite Omnipotence of God, an indescribable feeling took hold of me. I know only that I shouted, I believe, I believe, I believe, and that tears fell from my eyes as I stood amazed, enraptured, before this demonstration of Divine Power. I know too that I did not feel the slightest shadow of fear or terror. Had I not been a Catholic, I would have been converted at that moment. I also remember that I did not kneel, but most of the people fell to their knees, heedless of the enormous mire. So these phenomena escape the foresight of science, yet do not escape the foresight of some little shepherd girls of the hills, who announce them with truly mathematical precision?!... What is more, when they are so dazzling, so marvellous?!

I went to look for my brothers, who told me they had witnessed the same, as did the other people I met, though their descriptions of what they had seen in the sun varied somewhat. I told the people to whom I had called the affair a “blague” what I had seen, and that I was now absolutely convinced we were in the presence of a miracle. The king of stars was now shining brightly, and it went on shining for the rest of that day; nor did it rain again.

"The case of the apparition of the Virgin to the three shepherds at the place of Vale da Iria is causing our free-thinkers serious qualms. A trio of them took it into their heads to come to Vila Nova de Ourém to see whether they could get some followers, and, in comradeship with the municipal administrator, the master tinsmith^*, they appeared on the first, after much advertisement, at the Republican Centre, to speak to the crowds against the miracle of Fátima. Both this lecture and a rally were advertised in some newspapers of the capital and in leaflets distributed in this town and throughout the council on market day and already on the previous Sunday. What is known, however, is that for the miracle, or whatever they care to call it, no invitations were needed, and at the place of the apparition of the Virgin, on the thirteenth of October, upwards of fifty thousand people gathered, with no need for the intervention of the authorities to keep order, nor for military force, despite the great number of motor cars, carriages of various kinds, bicycles, etc., etc., and without the slightest accident. Consider now the much-advertised rally at the place of the apparition of the Virgin, which never took place, because only the famous speakers turned up, accompanied by the municipal administrator and by six more individuals from here, and guarded by a detachment of the republican guard from this town and others come from Tomar and Torres Novas, who were obliged to go to the place at Fátima, given the speakers' awareness of the seriousness of the role they were about to play! So then, Ministers of the Interior and of War, are the republican troops diverted from their duties to guard the backs of the republican gentlemen? It was a real fiasco, already the lecture at the Centre, and much greater at the place at Fátima, where the speakers had to give up, since the people of the council, out of contempt, did not go to the place, despite all the invitations made to them, for only eight people turned up there to hear them, apart from a great number of women who, on their arrival, struck up the Bendito^* and at once turned their backs on them. Here, then, is the parallel between the thirteenth of October and the second of December. That is why we say to them: try another trade, you and whoever invited you, after the flop you suffered and the fright, when on the way back to this town you were treated to a few stones, for which reason the sergeant commanding the detachment had to open fire."

On the 13th of October of that year about 60,000 people, of every class and social condition, gathered at the place of the apparitions, drawn by the vague report of the discreetly announced miracle.

It was then that the most astonishing and divinely beautiful spectacle that it is given to man to behold unfolded before the eyes of that wondering crowd. It had rained torrentially all morning. The sky, in all its immense vastness, was covered with dense black clouds.

At astronomical noon^* the sun suddenly tears through the clouds that veil its face and, like a marvellous Catherine wheel, spins dizzily on its axis for ten minutes, sending out in continuous bursts sheaves of light and torrents of flame of the most beautiful and varied colours.

— Did Your Excellency also witness that astonishing phenomenon?

— I did. I had already been to Fátima on the thirteenth of September, but I did not witness anything extraordinary then, except the faith and piety of the crowd, which that day reached perhaps as many as 30,000 people.

On the twenty-seventh of the same month I went back there to see and question the seers, and I confess that I was deeply impressed by the tone of conviction and sincerity with which they described the facts they claimed to have witnessed. But only on the thirteenth of October, when I witnessed the solar phenomenon, did I recognise the importance of the marvellous events of Fátima and decide to carry out, on my own initiative and purely for intellectual satisfaction, an inquiry as thorough and detailed as my professional duties allowed.

On the thirteenth of this month did Our Lady say that the war would end that very day? What were the words she used?

– She said this: “The war ends this very day; expect your soldiers here very soon”.

2^nd – Did she say: “expect your military men here” or “expect your soldiers here”?

– She said: “expect the military men here”.

3^rd – But look, the war is still going on!... The newspapers report that there has been fighting after the thirteenth!... How is this to be explained, if Our Lady said that the war ended on that day?

– I don't know. I only know that I heard her say the war would end on the 13th. I don't know anything more.

4^th – Some people assert that they heard you say on that day that Our Lady had declared that the war would end soon. Is that true?

– I said it just exactly as Our Lady had said it.

5^th – On the 27th of last month I went to your house to talk with you, do you remember?

– I remember seeing you here.

6^th – Well, on that day you told me that Our Lady had said that on 13 October St Joseph and the Child Jesus would also come, and that after that the war would soon end, not on that day.

– I don't remember well now how She said it. She could have said that; I don't know. Perhaps I didn't understand the Lady properly.

7^th – On the thirteenth of this month did you tell the people to look at the sun?

– I don't remember doing that.

8^th – Did you tell them to close their umbrellas?

– I did the month before. This last time I don't remember telling them to.

9^th – Did you know when the sign in the sun was due to begin?

– No.

10^th – Did you look at it?

– I did; it seemed to be the moon.

11^th – Why did you look at the sun?

– I looked because all those people said to look at the sun.

12^th – Did Our Lady say she would pray to her Divine Son for the souls of the soldiers killed in the war?

– No, sir.

13^th – Did she say the people would be punished if they did not turn from their sins?

– I don't remember if She said it. I think not.

14^th – On the 13th you didn't have the doubts you have now about what the Lady said. How do you explain your doubts today?

– On that day I remembered better; it had happened more recently.

15^th – What did you see about a year ago? Your mother says that you and other children saw a figure wrapped up so that its face could not be seen. Why did you tell me last month that it was nothing?

– !...

16^th – That time, did you run away?

– I think I ran away.

17^th – On the eleventh of this month you wouldn't tell me that on the thirteenth Our Lord would appear blessing the people, and Our Lady of Sorrows^* too. Was it for fear that I would make fun of you, as other people had already done, saying it was impossible? Or was it because many strangers were present and you were shy of saying it in front of so many people? Look, Jacinta has told me everything...

– !...

18^th – When did Our Lady tell you that those apparitions would take place on the thirteenth of October?

– It was on the day she appeared at Valinhos or on the other thirteenth. I don't know exactly.

19^th – Did you also see Our Lord?

– I saw a figure that seemed to be a man; it looked like Our Lord.

20^th – Where was that figure?

– It was beside the sun.

21^st – Did you see it bless the people?

– No, I didn't; but Our Lady had said that Our Lord would come to bless the people.

22^nd – If the people knew the secret that Our Lady revealed to you, would they be sad?

– I think they'd stay as they are, more or less the same.

I, Manuel Antunes Marto², Parish Priest of the parish of Nossa Senhora da Luz de Maceira, council of Leiria, diocese of Coimbra³, at the request of the most worthy Parish Priest of the parish of Fátima, Manuel Marques Ferreira, summoned before me Maria do Carmo, my parishioner, wife of Joaquim dos Santos, who has my complete trust, and she declared the following: That she had been ill for five years with no hope of getting better, for day by day she felt her strength failing; she was very thin and had a bad cough, spending whole nights coughing, so that people thought she had tuberculosis, and she was convinced of it too – so convinced that she sent her children, her daughters⁴, away from her so as not to infect them. And having heard that in the parish of Fátima Our Lady had appeared to some little children, she made a vow to go there on foot on the thirteenth of four months in a row, praying all the way, to see whether Our Lady would make her better. As soon as she went there the first time, with great difficulty, she felt better, for the journey back cost her less effort than the journey there.

She went on improving steadily, and on the thirteenth of November nineteen hundred and seventeen, the day she completed her vow, she found herself completely well, attributing her cure to a miracle of Our Lady of Fátima.

Near Fátima or Aljustrel, Cova da Iria, beside Aljustrel, [near] the road [of] macadam, on the north side. Things I witnessed. On 13 June I went there for the first time, but did not arrive in time for the event; however, I spoke with the little girls in the churchyard at Fátima. I questioned them carefully and saw in them something that, it seemed to me, could not possibly be untrue. From that moment I believed that it was the Most Holy Virgin who came there. On 13 July I was present too. At the hour of the apparition [there could be seen] a little mist. The sun lost its strength and stopped giving heat, though until then it had been very hot. And many people said that, when the apparition spoke, they heard her but did not