The first thing next morning Genestas went to the stable,drawn thither by the affection that every man feels for the horse that he rides.Nicolle's method of rubbing down the animal was quite satisfactory.
"Up already,Commandant Bluteau?"cried Benassis,as he came upon his guest."You hear the drum beat in the morning wherever you go,even in the country!You are a regular soldier!""Are you all right?"replied Genestas,holding out his hand with a friendly gesture.
"I am never really all right,"answered Benassis,half merrily,half sadly.
"Did you sleep well,sir?"inquired Jacquotte.
"Faith,yes,my beauty;the bed as you made it was fit for a queen."Jacquotte's face beamed as she followed her master and his guest,and when she had seen them seat themselves at table,she remarked to Nicolle:
"He is not a bad sort,after all,that officer gentleman.""I am sure he is not,he has given me two francs already.""We will begin to-day by calling at two places where there have been deaths,"Benassis said to his visitor as they left the dining-room.
"Although doctors seldom deign to confront their supposed victims,Iwill take you round to the two houses,where you will be able to make some interesting observations of human nature;and the scenes to which you will be a witness will show you that in the expression of their feelings our folk among the hills differ greatly from the dwellers in the lowlands.Up among the mountain peaks in our canton they cling to customs that bear the impress of an older time,and that vaguely recall scenes in the Bible.Nature has traced out a line over our mountain ranges;the whole appearance of the country is different on either side of it.You will find strength of character up above,flexibility and quickness below;they have larger ways of regarding things among the hills,while the bent of the lowlands is always towards the material interests of existence.I have never seen a difference so strongly marked,unless it has been in the Val d'Ajou,where the northern side is peopled by a tribe of idiots,and the southern by an intelligent race.There is nothing but a stream in the valley bottom to separate these two populations,which are utterly dissimilar in every respect,as different in face and stature as in manners,customs,and occupation.A fact of this kind should compel those who govern a country to make very extensive studies of local differences before passing laws that are to affect the great mass of the people.But the horses are ready,let us start!"In a short time the two horsemen reached a house in a part of the township that was overlooked by the mountains of the Grande Chartreuse.Before the door of the dwelling,which was fairly clean and tidy,they saw a coffin set upon two chairs,and covered with a black pall.Four tall candles stood about it,and on a stool near by there was a shallow brass dish full of holy water,in which a branch of green box-wood was steeping.Every passer-by went into the yard,knelt by the side of the dead,said a Pater noster,and sprinkled a few drops of holy water on the bier.Above the black cloth that covered the coffin rose the green sprays of a jessamine that grew beside the doorway,and a twisted vine shoot,already in leaf,overran the lintel.Even the saddest ceremonies demand that things shall appear to the best advantage,and in obedience to this vaguely-felt requirement a young girl had been sweeping the front of the house.The dead man's eldest son,a young peasant about twenty-two years of age,stood motionless,leaning against the door-post.The tears in his eyes came and went without falling,or perhaps he furtively brushed them away.Benassis and Genestas saw all the details of this scene as they stood beyond the low wall;they fastened their horses to one of the row of poplar trees that grew along it,and entered the yard just as the widow came out of the byre.A woman carrying a jug of milk was with her,and spoke.
"Try to bear up bravely,my poor Pelletier,"she said.
"Ah!my dear,after twenty-five years of life together,it is very hard to lose your man,"and her eyes brimmed over with tears."Will you pay the two sous?"she added,after a moment,as she held out her hand to her neighbor.
"There,now!I had forgotten about it,"said the other woman,giving her the coin."Come,neighbor,don't take on so.Ah!there is M.
Benassis!"
"Well,poor mother,how are you going on?A little better?"asked the doctor.
"DAME!"she said,as the tears fell fast,"we must go on,all the same,that is certain.I tell myself that my man is out of pain now.
He suffered so terribly!But come inside,sir.Jacques,set some chairs for these gentlemen.Come,stir yourself a bit.Lord bless you!
if you were to stop there for a century,it would not bring your poor father back again.And now,you will have to do the work of two.""No,no good woman,leave your son alone,we will not sit down.You have a boy there who will take care of you,and who is quite fit to take his father's place.""Go and change your clothes,Jacques,"cried the widow;"you will be wanted directly.""Well,good-bye,mother,"said Benassis.
"Your servant,gentlemen."
"Here,you see,death is looked upon as an event for which every one is prepared,"said the doctor;"it brings no interruption to the course of family life,and they will not even wear mourning of any kind.No one cares to be at the expense of it;they are all either too poor or too parsimonious in the villages hereabouts,so that mourning is unknown in country districts.Yet the custom of wearing mourning is something better than a law or a usage,it is an institution somewhat akin to all moral obligations.But in spite of our endeavors neither M.Janvier nor I have succeeded in making our peasants understand the great importance of public demonstrations of feeling for the maintenance of social order.These good folk,who have only just begun to think and act for themselves,are slow as yet to grasp the changed conditions which should attach them to these theories.They have only reached those ideas which conduce to economy and to physical welfare;in the future,if some one else carries on this work of mine,they will come to understand the principles that serve to uphold and preserve public order and justice.As a matter of fact,it is not sufficient to be an honest man,you must appear to be honest in the eyes of others.Society does not live by moral ideas alone;its existence depends upon actions in harmony with those ideas.
"In most country communes,out of a hundred families deprived by death of their head,there are only a few individuals capable of feeling more keenly than the others,who will remember the deaths for very long;in a year's time the rest will have forgotten all about it.Is not this forgetfulness a sore evil?A religion is the very heart of a nation;it expresses their feelings and their thoughts,and exalts them by giving them an object;but unless outward and visible honor is paid to a God,religion cannot exist;and,as a consequence,human ordinances lose all their force.If the conscience belongs to God and to Him only,the body is amenable to social law.Is it not therefore,a first step towards atheism to efface every sign of pious sorrow in this way,to neglect to impress on children who are not yet old enough to reflect,and on all other people who stand in need of example,the necessity of obedience to human law,by openly manifested resignation to the will of Providence,who chastens and consoles,who bestows and takes away worldly wealth?I confess that,after passing through a period of sneering incredulity,I have come during my life here to recognize the value of the rites of religion and of religious observances in the family,and to discern the importance of household customs and domestic festivals.The family will always be the basis of human society.Law and authority are first felt there;there,at any rate,the habit of obedience should be learned.Viewed in the light of all their consequences,the spirit of the family and paternal authority are two elements but little developed as yet in our new legislative system.Yet in the family,the commune,the department,lies the whole of our country.The laws ought therefore to be based on these three great divisions.
"In my opinion,marriages,the birth of infants,and the deaths of heads of households cannot be surrounded with too much circumstance.
The secret of the strength of Catholicism,and of the deep root that it has taken in the ordinary life of man,lies precisely in this--that it steps in to invest every important event in his existence with a pomp that is so naively touching,and so grand,whenever the priest rises to the height of his mission and brings his office into harmony with the sublimity of Christian doctrine.
"Once I looked upon the Catholic religion as a cleverly exploited mass of prejudices and superstitions,which an intelligent civilization ought to deal with according to its desserts.Here I have discovered its political necessity and its usefulness as a moral agent;here,moreover,I have come to understand its power,through a knowledge of the actual thing which the word expresses.Religion means a bond or tie,and certainly a cult--or,in other words,the outward and visible form of religion is the only force that can bind the various elements of society together and mould them into a permanent form.Lastly,it was also here that I have felt the soothing influence that religion sheds over the wounds of humanity,and (without going further into the subject)I have seen how admirably it is suited to the fervid temperaments of southern races.
"Let us take the road up the hillside,"said the doctor,interrupting himself;"we must reach the plateau up there.Thence we shall look down upon both valleys,and you will see a magnificent view.The plateau lies three thousand feet above the level of the Mediterranean;we shall see over Savoy and Dauphine,and the mountain ranges of the Lyonnais and Rhone.We shall be in another commune,a hill commune,and on a farm belonging to M.Gravier you will see the kind of scene of which I have spoken.There the great events of life are invested with a solemnity which comes up to my ideas.Mourning for the dead is vigorously prescribed.Poor people will beg in order to purchase black clothing,and no one refuses to give in such a case.There are few days in which the widow does not mention her loss;she always speaks of it with tears,and her grief is as deep after ten days of sorrow as on the morning after her bereavement.Manners are patriarchal:the father's authority is unlimited,his word is law.He takes his meals sitting by himself at the head of the table;his wife and children wait upon him,and those about him never address him without using certain respectful forms of speech,while every one remains standing and uncovered in his presence.Men brought up in this atmosphere are conscious of their dignity;to my way of thinking,it is a noble education to be brought up among these customs.And,for the most part,they are upright,thrifty,and hardworking people in this commune.The father of every family,when he is old and past work,divides his property equally among his children,and they support him;that is the usual way here.An old man of ninety,in the last century,who had divided everything he had among his four children,went to live with each in turn for three months in the year.As he left the oldest to go to the home of a younger brother,one of his friends asked him,'Well,are you satisfied with the arrangement?''Faith!
yes,'the old man answered;'they have treated me as if I had been their own child.'That answer of his seemed so remarkable to an officer then stationed at Grenoble,that he repeated it in more than one Parisian salon.That officer was the celebrated moralist Vauvenargues,and in this way the beautiful saying came to the knowledge of another writer named Chamfort.Ah!still more forcible phrases are often struck out among us,but they lack a historian worthy of them.""I have come across Moravians and Lollards in Bohemia and Hungary,"said Genestas."They are a kind of people something like your mountaineers,good folk who endure the sufferings of war with angelic patience.""Men living under simple and natural conditions are bound to be almost alike in all countries.Sincerity of life takes but one form.It is true that a country life often extinguishes thought of a wider kind;but evil propensities are weakened and good qualities are developed by it.In fact,the fewer the numbers of the human beings collected together in a place,the less crime,evil thinking,and general bad behavior will be found in it.A pure atmosphere counts for a good deal in purity of morals."The two horsemen,who had been climbing the stony road at a foot pace,now reached the level space of which Benassis had spoken.It is a strip of land lying round about the base of a lofty mountain peak,a bare surface of rock with no growth of any kind upon it;deep clefts are riven in its sheer inaccessible sides.The gray crest of the summit towers above the ledge of fertile soil which lies around it,a domain sometimes narrower,sometimes wider,and altogether about a hundred acres in extent.Here,through a vast break in the line of the hills to the south,the eye sees French Maurienne,Dauphine,the crags of Savoy,and the far-off mountains of the Lyonnais.Genestas was gazing from this point,over a land that lay far and wide in the spring sunlight,when there arose the sound of a wailing cry.
"Let us go on,"said Benassis;"the wail for the dead has begun,that is the name they give to this part of the funeral rites."On the western slope of the mountain peak,the commandant saw the buildings belonging to a farm of some size.The whole place formed a perfect square.The gateway consisted of a granite arch,impressive in its solidity,which added to the old-world appearance of the buildings with the ancient trees that stood about them,and the growth of plant life on the roofs.The house itself lay at the farther end of the yard.Barns,sheepfolds,stables,cowsheds,and other buildings lay on either side,and in the midst was the great pool where the manure had been laid to rot.On a thriving farm,such a yard as this is usually full of life and movement,but to-day it was silent and deserted.The poultry was shut up,the cattle were all in the byres,there was scarcely a sound of animal life.Both stables and cowsheds had been carefully swept across the yard.The perfect neatness which reigned in a place where everything as a rule was in disorder,the absence of stirring life,the stillness in so noisy a spot,the calm serenity of the hills,the deep shadow cast by the towering peak--everything combined to make a strong impression on the mind.
Genestas was accustomed to painful scenes,yet he could not help shuddering as he saw a dozen men and women standing weeping outside the door of the great hall."THE MASTER IS DEAD!"they wailed;the unison of voices gave appalling effect to the words which they repeated twice during the time required to cross the space between the gateway and the farmhouse door.To this wailing lament succeeded moans from within the house;the sound of a woman's voice came through the casements.
"I dare not intrude upon such grief as this,"said Genestas to Benassis.
"I always go to visit a bereaved family,"the doctor answered,"either to certify the death,or to see that no mischance caused by grief has befallen the living.You need not hesitate to come with me.The scene is impressive,and there will be such a great many people that no one will notice your presence."As Genestas followed the doctor,he found,in fact,that the first room was full of relations of the dead.They passed through the crowd and stationed themselves at the door of a bedroom that opened out of the great hall which served the whole family for a kitchen and a sitting-room;the whole colony,it should rather be called,for the great length of the table showed that some forty people lived in the house.Benassis'arrival interrupted the discourse of a tall,simply-dressed woman,with thin locks of hair,who held the dead man's hand in hers in a way that spoke eloquently.
The dead master of the house had been arrayed in his best clothes,and now lay stretched out cold and stiff upon the bed.They had drawn the curtains aside;the thought of heaven seemed to brood over the quiet face and the white hair--it was like the closing scene of a drama.On either side of the bed stood the children and the nearest relations of the husband and wife.These last stood in a line on either side;the wife's kin upon the left,and those of her husband on the right.Both men and women were kneeling in prayer,and almost all of them were in tears.Tall candles stood about the bed.The cure of the parish and his assistants had taken their places in the middle of the room,beside the bier.There was something tragical about the scene,with the head of the family lying before the coffin,which was waiting to be closed down upon him forever.
"Ah!"cried the widow,turning as she saw Benassis,"if the skill of the best of men could not save you,my dear lord,it was because it was ordained in heaven that you should precede me to the tomb!Yes,this hand of yours,that used to press mine so kindly,is cold!I have lost my dear helpmate for ever,and our household has lost its beloved head,for truly you were the guide of us all!Alas!there is not one of those who are weeping with me who has not known all the worth of your nature,and felt the light of your soul,but I alone knew all the patience and the kindness of your heart.Oh!my husband,my husband!
must I bid you farewell for ever?Farewell to you,our stay and support!Farewell to you,my dear master!And we,your children,--for to each of us you gave the same fatherly love,--all we,your children,have lost our father!"The widow flung herself upon the dead body and clasped it in a tight embrace,as if her kisses and the tears with which she covered it could give it warmth again;during the pause,came the wail of the servants:
"THE MASTER IS DEAD!"
"Yes,"the widow went on,"he is dead!Our beloved who gave us our bread,who sowed and reaped for us,who watched over our happiness,who guided us through life,who ruled so kindly among us.NOW,I may speak in his praise,and say that he never caused me the slightest sorrow;he was good and strong and patient.Even while we were torturing him for the sake of his health,so precious to us,'Let it be,children,it is all no use,'the dear lamb said,just in the same tone of voice with which he had said,'Everything is all right,friends,'only a few days before.Ah!grand Dieu!a few days ago!Afew days have been enough to take away the gladness from our house and to darken our lives,to close the eyes of the best,most upright,most revered of men.No one could plow as he could.Night or day,he would go about over the mountains,he feared nothing,and when he came back he had always a smile for his wife and children.Ah!he was our beloved!It was dull here by the fireside when HE was away,and our food lost all its relish.Oh!how will it be now,when our guardian angel will be laid away under the earth,and we shall never see him any more?Never any more,dear kinsfolk and friends;never any more,my children!Yes,my children have lost their kind father,our relations and friends have lost their good kinsman and their trusty friend,the household has lost its master,and I have lost everything!"She took the hand of the dead again,and knelt,so that she might press her face close to his as she kissed it.The servants'cry,"THEMASTER IS DEAD!"was again repeated three times.
Just then the eldest son came to his mother to say,"The people from Saint-Laurent have just come,mother;we want some wine for them.""Take the keys,"she said in a low tone,and in a different voice from that in which she had just expressed her grief;"you are the master of the house,my son;see that they receive the welcome that your father would have given them;do not let them find any change.
"Let me have one more long look,"she went on."But alas!my good husband,you do not feel my presence now,I cannot bring back warmth to you!I only wish that I could comfort you still,could let you know that so long as I live you will dwell in the heart that you made glad,could tell you that I shall be happy in the memory of my happiness--that the dear thought of you will live on in this room.Yes,as long as God spares me,this room shall be filled with memories of you.Hear my vow,dear husband!Your couch shall always remain as it is now.Iwill sleep in it no more,since you are dead;henceforward,while Ilive,it shall be cold and empty.With you,I have lost all that makes a woman:her master,husband,father,friend,companion,and helpmate:
I have lost all!"
"THE MASTER IS DEAD!"the servants wailed.Others raised the cry,and the lament became general.The widow took a pair of scissors that hung at her waist,cut off her hair,and laid the locks in her husband's hand.Deep silence fell on them all.
"That act means that she will not marry again,"said Benassis;"this determination was expected by many of the relatives.""Take it,dear lord!"she said;her emotion brought a tremor to her voice that went to the hearts of all who heard her."I have sworn to be faithful;I give this pledge to you to keep in the grave.We shall thus be united for ever,and through love of your children I will live on among the family in whom you used to feel yourself young again.Oh!
that you could hear me,my husband!the pride and joy of my heart!Oh!
that you could know that all my power to live,now you are dead,will yet come from you;for I shall live to carry out your sacred wishes and to honor your memory."Benassis pressed Genestas'hand as an invitation to follow him,and they went out.By this time the first room was full of people who had come from another mountain commune;all of them waited in meditative silence,as if the sorrow and grief that brooded over the house had already taken possession of them.As Benassis and the commandant crossed the threshold,they overheard a few words that passed between one of the newcomers and the eldest son of the late owner.
"Then when did he die?"
"Oh!"exclaimed the eldest son,a man of five-and-twenty years of age,"I did not see him die.He asked for me,and I was not there!"His voice was broken with sobs,but he went on:"He said to me the night before,'You must go over to the town,my boy,and pay our taxes;my funeral will put that out of your minds,and we shall be behindhand,a thing that has never happened before.'It seemed the best thing to do,so I went;and while I was gone,he died,and I never received his last embrace.I have always been at his side,but he did not see me near him at the last in my place where I had always been.""THE MASTER IS DEAD!""Alas!he is dead,and I was not there to receive his last words and his latest sigh.And what did the taxes matter?Would it not have been better to lose all our money than to leave home just then?Could all that we have make up to me for the loss of his last farewell.No.MONDIEU!If YOUR father falls ill,Jean,do not go away and leave him,or you will lay up a lifelong regret for yourself.""My friend,"said Genestas,"I have seen thousands of men die on the battlefield;death did not wait to let their children bid them farewell;take comfort,you are not the only one.""But a father who was such a good man!"he replied,bursting into fresh tears.
Benassis took Genestas in the direction of the farm buildings.
"The funeral oration will only cease when the body has been laid in its coffin,"said the doctor,"and the weeping woman's language will grow more vivid and impassioned all the while.But a woman only acquires the right to speak in such a strain before so imposing an audience by a blameless life.If the widow could reproach herself with the smallest of shortcomings,she would not dare to utter a word;for if she did,she would pronounce her own condemnation,she would be at the same time her own accuser and judge.Is there not something sublime in this custom which thus judges the living and the dead?They only begin to wear mourning after a week has elapsed,when it is publicly worn at a meeting of all the family.Their near relations spend the week with the widow and children,to help them to set their affairs in order and to console them.A family gathering at such a time produces a great effect on the minds of the mourners;the consideration for others which possesses men when they are brought into close contact acts as a restraint on violent grief.On the last day,when the mourning garb has been assumed,a solemn banquet is given,and their relations take leave of them.All this is taken very seriously.Any one who was slack in fulfilling his duties after the death of the head of a family would have no one at his own funeral."The doctor had reached the cowhouse as he spoke;he opened the door and made the commandant enter,that he might show it to him.
"All our cowhouses have been rebuilt after this pattern,captain.
Look!Is it not magnificent?"
