When a soldier has come to your time of life,he has seen so much that he must have more than one adventure to tell about.""Why,my history has been simply the history of the army,"answered Genestas."Soldiers are all after one pattern.Never in command,always giving and taking sabre-cuts in my place,I have lived just like anybody else.I have been wherever Napoleon led us,and have borne a part in every battle in which the Imperial Guard has struck a blow;but everybody knows all about these events.A soldier has to look after his horse,to endure hunger and thirst at times,to fight whenever there is fighting to be done,and there you have the whole history of his life.As simple as saying good-day,is it not?Then there are battles in which your horse casts a shoe at the outset,and lands you in a quandary;and as far as you are concerned,that is the whole of it.In short,I have seen so many countries,that seeing them has come to be a matter of course;and I have seen so many men die,that I have come to value my own life at nothing.""But you yourself must have been in danger at times,and it would be interesting to hear you tell of your personal adventures.""Perhaps,"answered the commandant.
"Well,then,tell me about the adventure that made the deepest impression upon you.Come!do not hesitate.I shall not think that you are wanting in modesty even if you should tell me of some piece of heroism on your part;and when a man is quite sure that he will not be misunderstood,ought he not to find a kind of pleasure in saying,'Idid thus'?""Very well,then,I will tell you about something that gives me a pang of remorse from time to time.During fifteen years of warfare it never once happened that I killed a man,save in legitimate defence of self.
We are drawn up in a line,and we charge;and if we do not strike down those before us,they will begin to draw blood without asking leave,so you have to kill if you do not mean to be killed,and your conscience is quite easy.But once I broke a comrade's back;it happened in a singular way,and it has been a painful thing to me to think of afterwards--the man's dying grimace haunts me at times.But you shall judge for yourself.
"It was during the retreat from Moscow,"the commandant went on."The Grand Army had ceased to be itself;we were more like a herd of over-driven cattle.Good-bye to discipline!The regiments had lost sight of their colors,every one was his own master,and the Emperor (one need not scruple to say it)knew that it was useless to attempt to exert his authority when things had gone so far.When we reached Studzianka,a little place on the other side of the Beresina,we came upon human dwellings for the first time after several days.There were barns and peasants'cabins to destroy,and pits full of potatoes and beetroot;the army had been without vitual,and now it fairly ran riot,the first comers,as you might expect,making a clean sweep of everything.
"I was one of the last to come up.Luckily for me,sleep was the one thing that I longed for just then.I caught sight of a barn and went into it.I looked round and saw a score of generals and officers of high rank,all of them men who,without flattery,might be called great.Junot was there,and Narbonne,the Emperor's aide-de-camp,and all the chiefs of the army.There were common soldiers there as well,not one of whom would have given up his bed of straw to a marshal of France.Some who were leaning their backs against the wall had dropped off to sleep where they stood,because there was no room to lie down;others lay stretched out on the floor--it was a mass of men packed together so closely for the sake of warmth,that I looked about in vain for a nook to lie down in.I walked over this flooring of human bodies;some of the men growled,the others said nothing,but no one budged.They would not have moved out of the way of a cannon ball just then;but under the circumstances,one was not obliged to practise the maxims laid down by the Child's Guide to Manners.Groping about,I saw at the end of the barn a sort of ledge up above in the roof;no one had thought of scrambling up to it,possibly no one had felt equal to the effort.I clambered up and ensconced myself upon it;and as I lay there at full length,I looked down at the men huddled together like sheep below.It was a pitiful sight,yet it almost made me laugh.Aman here and there was gnawing a frozen carrot,with a kind of animal satisfaction expressed in his face;and thunderous snores came from generals who lay muffled up in ragged cloaks.The whole barn was lighted by a blazing pine log;it might have set the place on fire,and no one would have troubled to get up and put it out.
"I lay down on my back,and,naturally,just before I dropped off,my eyes traveled to the roof above me,and then I saw that the main beam which bore the weight of the joists was being slightly shaken from east to west.The blessed thing danced about in fine style.
'Gentlemen,'said I,'one of our friends outside has a mind to warm himself at our expense.'A few moments more and the beam was sure to come down.'Gentlemen!gentlemen!'I shouted,'we shall all be killed in a minute!Look at the beam there!'and I made such a noise that my bed-fellows awoke at last.Well,sir,they all stared up at the beam,and then those who had been sleeping turned round and went off to sleep again,while those who were eating did not even stop to answer me.
"Seeing how things were,there was nothing for it but to get up and leave my place,and run the risk of finding it taken by somebody else,for all the lives of this heap of heroes were at stake.So out I go.Iturn the corner of the barn and come upon a great devil of a Wurtemberger,who was tugging at the beam with a certain enthusiasm.
'Aho!aho!'I shouted,trying to make him understand that he must desist from his toil.'Gehe mir aus dem Gesicht,oder ich schlag dich todt!--Get out of my sight,or I will kill you,'he cried.'Ah!yes,just so,Que mire aous dem guesit,'I answered;'but that is not the point.'I picked up his gun that he had left on the ground,and broke his back with it;then I turned in again,and went off to sleep.Now you know the whole business.""But that was a case of self-defence,in which one man suffered for the good of many,so you have nothing to reproach yourself with,"said Benassis.
"The rest of them thought that it had only been my fancy;but fancy or no,a good many of them are living comfortably in fine houses to-day,without feeling their hearts oppressed by gratitude.""Then would you only do people a good turn in order to receive that exorbitant interest called gratitude?"said Benassis,laughing."That would be asking a great deal for your outlay.""Oh,I know quite well that all the merit of a good deed evaporates at once if it benefits the doer in the slightest degree,"said Genestas.
"If he tells the story of it,the toll brought in to his vanity is a sufficient substitute for gratitude.But if every doer of kindly actions always held his tongue about them,those who reaped the benefits would hardly say very much either.Now the people,according to your system,stand in need of examples,and how are they to hear of them amid this general reticence?Again,there is this poor pontooner of ours,who saved the whole French army,and who was never able to tell his tale to any purpose;suppose that he had lost the use of his limbs,would the consciousness of what he had done have found him in bread?Answer me that,philosopher!""Perhaps the rules of morality cannot be absolute,"Benassis answered;"though this is a dangerous idea,for it leaves the egoist free to settle cases of conscience in his own favor.Listen,captain;is not the man who never swerves from the principles of morality greater than he who transgresses them,even through necessity?Would not our veteran,dying of hunger,and unable to help himself,be worthy of rank with Homer?Human life is doubtless a final trial of virtue as of genius,for both of which a better world is waiting.Virtue and genius seem to me to be the fairest forms of that complete and constant surrender of self that Jesus Christ came among men to teach.Genius sheds its light in the world and lives in poverty all its days,and virtue sacrifices itself in silence for the general good.""I quite agree with you,sir,"said Genestas;"but those who dwell on earth are men after all,and not angels;we are not perfect.""That is quite true,"Benassis answered."And as for errors,I myself have abused the indulgence.But ought we not to aim,at any rate,at perfection?Is not virtue a fair ideal which the soul must always keep before it,a standard set up by Heaven?""Amen,"said the soldier."An upright man is a magnificent thing,Igrant you;but,on the other hand,you must admit that virtue is a divinity who may indulge in a scrap of gossip now and then in the strictest propriety."The doctor smiled,but there was a melancholy bitterness in his tone as he said,"Ah!sir,you regard things with the lenience natural to those who live at peace with themselves;and I with all the severity of one who sees much that he would fain obliterate in the story of his life."The two horsemen reached a cottage beside the bed of the torrent,the doctor dismounted and went into the house.Genestas,on the threshold,looked over the bright spring landscape that lay without,and then at the dark interior of the cottage,where a man was lying in bed.
Benassis examined his patient,and suddenly exclaimed,"My good woman,it is no use my coming here unless you carry out my instructions!You have been giving him bread;you want to kill your husband,I suppose?
Botheration!If after this you give him anything besides the tisane of couch-grass,I will never set foot in here again,and you can look where you like for another doctor.""But,dear M.Benassis,my old man was starving,and when he had eaten nothing for a whole fortnight----""Oh,yes,yes.Now will you listen to me.If you let your husband eat a single mouthful of bread before I give him leave to take solid food,you will kill him,do you hear?""He shall not have anything,sir.Is he any better?"she asked,following the doctor to the door.
"Why,no.You have made him worse by feeding him.Shall I never get it into your stupid heads that you must not stuff people who are being dieted?""The peasants are incorrigible,"Benassis went on,speaking to Genestas."If a patient has eaten nothing for two or three days,they think he is at death's door,and they cram him with soup or wine or something.Here is a wretched woman for you that has all but killed her husband.""Kill my husband with a little mite of a sop in wine!""Certainly,my good woman.It amazes me that he is still alive after the mess you cooked for him.Mind that you do exactly as I have told you.""Yes,dear sir,I would far rather die myself than lose him.""Oh!as to that I shall soon see.I shall come again to-morrow evening to bleed him.""Let us walk along the side of the stream,"Benassis said to Genestas;"there is only a footpath between this cottage and the next house where I must pay a call.That man's little boy will hold our horses.""You must admire this lovely valley of ours a little,"he went on;"it is like an English garden,is it not?The laborer who lives in the cottage which we are going to visit has never got over the death of one of his children.The eldest boy,he was only a lad,would try to do a man's work last harvest-tide;it was beyond his strength,and before the autumn was out he died of a decline.This is the first case of really strong fatherly love that has come under my notice.As a rule,when their children die,the peasant's regret is for the loss of a useful chattel,and a part of their stock-in-trade,and the older the child,the heavier their sense of loss.A grown-up son or daughter is so much capital to the parents.But this poor fellow really loved that boy of his.'Nothing cam comfort me for my loss,'he said one day when I came across him out in the fields.He had forgotten all about his work,and was standing there motionless,leaning on his scythe;he had picked up his hone,it lay in his hand,and he had forgotten to use it.He has never spoken since of his grief to me,but he has grown sad and silent.Just now it is one of his little girls who is ill."Benassis and his guest reached the little house as they talked.It stood beside a pathway that led to a bark-mill.They saw a man about forty years of age,standing under a willow tree,eating bread that had been rubbed with a clove of garlic.
"Well,Gasnier,is the little one doing better?""I do not know,sir,"he said dejectedly,"you will see;my wife is sitting with her.In spite of all your care,I am very much afraid that death will come to empty my home for me.""Do not lose heart,Gasnier.Death is too busy to take up his abode in any dwelling."Benassis went into the house,followed by the father.Half an hour later he came out again.The mother was with him this time,and he spoke to her,"You need have no anxiety about her now;follow out my instructions;she is out of danger.""If you are growing tired of this sort of thing,"the doctor said to the officer,as he mounted his horse,"I can put you on the way to the town,and you can return.""No,I am not tired of it,I give you my word.""But you will only see cottages everywhere,and they are all alike;nothing,to outward seeming,is more monotonous than the country.""Let us go on,"said the officer.
They rode on in this way for several hours,and after going from one side of the canton to the other,they returned towards evening to the precincts of the town.
"I must just go over there,"the doctor said to Genestas,as he pointed out a place where a cluster of elm-trees grew."Those trees may possibly be two hundred years old,"he went on,"and that is where the woman lives,on whose account the lad came to fetch me last night at dinner,with a message that she had turned quite white.""Was it anything serious?""No,"said Benassis,"an effect of pregnancy.It is the last month with her,a time at which some women suffer from spasms.But by way of precaution,I must go in any case to make sure that there are no further alarming symptoms;I shall see her through her confinement myself.And,moreover,I should like to show you one of our new industries;there is a brick-field here.It is a good road;shall we gallop?""Will your animal keep up with mine?"asked Genestas."Heigh!
Neptune!"he called to his horse,and in a moment the officer had been carried far ahead,and was lost to sight in a cloud of dust,but in spite of the paces of his horse he still heard the doctor beside him.
At a word from Benassis his own horse left the commandant so far behind that the latter only came up with him at the gate of the brick-field,where the doctor was quietly fastening the bridle to the gate-post.
"The devil take it!"cried Genestas,after a look at the horse,that was neither sweated nor blown."What kind of animal have you there?""Ah!"said the doctor,"you took him for a screw!The history of this fine fellow would take up too much time just now;let it suffice to say that Roustan is a thoroughbred barb from the Atlas mountains,and a Barbary horse is as good as an Arab.This one of mine will gallop up the mountain roads without turning a hair,and will never miss his footing in a canter along the brink of a precipice.He was a present to me,and I think that I deserved it,for in this way a father sought to repay me for his daughter's life.She is one of the wealthiest heiresses in Europe,and she was at the brink of death when I found her on the road to Savoy.If I were to tell you how I cured that young lady,you would take me for a quack.Aha!that is the sound of the bells on the horses and the rumbling of a wagon;it is coming along this way;let us see,perhaps that is Vigneau himself;and if so,take a good look at him!"In another moment the officer saw a team of four huge horses,like those which are owned by prosperous farmers in Brie.The harness,the little bells,and the knots of braid in their manes,were clean and smart.The great wagon itself was painted bright blue,and perched aloft in it sat a stalwart,sunburned youth,who shouldered his whip like a gun and whistled a tune.
"No,"said Benassis,"that is only the wagoner.But see how the master's prosperity in business is reflected by all his belongings,even by the carter's wagon!Is it not a sign of a capacity for business not very often met with in remote country places?""Yes,yes,it all looks very smart indeed,"the officer answered.
"Well,Vigneau has two more wagons and teams like that one,and he has a small pony besides for business purposes,for he does trade over a wide area.And only four years ago he had nothing in the world!Stay,that is a mistake--he had some debts.But let us go in.""Is Mme.Vigneau in the house?"Benassis asked of the young wagoner.
"She is out in the garden,sir;I saw her just now by the hedge down yonder;I will go and tell her that you are here."Genestas followed Benassis across a wide open space with a hedge about it.In one corner various heaps of clay had been piled up,destined for tiles and pantiles,and a stack of brushwood and logs (fuel for the kiln no doubt)lay in another part of the enclosure.Farther away some workmen were pounding chalk stones and tempering the clay in a space enclosed by hurdles.The tiles,both round and square,were made under the great elms opposite the gateway,in a vast green arbor bounded by the roofs of the drying-shed,and near this last the yawning mouth of the kiln was visible.Some long-handled shovels lay about the worn cider path.A second row of buildings had been erected parallel with these.There was a sufficiently wretched dwelling which housed the family,and some outbuildings--sheds and stables and a barn.The cleanliness that predominated throughout,and the thorough repair in which everything was kept,spoke well for the vigilance of the master's eyes.Some poultry and pigs wandered at large over the field.
"Vigneau's predecessor,"said Benassis,"was a good-for-nothing,a lazy rascal who cared about nothing by drink.He had been a workman himself;he could keep a fire in his kiln and could put a price on his work,and that was about all he knew;he had no energy,and no idea of business.If no one came to buy his wares of him,they simply stayed on hand and were spoiled,and so he lost the value of them.So he died of want at last.He had ill-treated his wife till she was almost idiotic,and she lived in a state of abject wretchedness.It was so painful to see this laziness and incurable stupidity,and I so much disliked the sight of the tile-works,that I never came this way if Icould help it.Luckily,both the man and his wife were old people.One fine day the tile-maker had a paralytic stroke,and I had him removed to the hospital at Grenoble at once.The owner of the tile-works agreed to take it over without disputing about its condition,and Ilooked round for new tenants who would take their part in improving the industries of the canton.
"Mme.Gravier's waiting-maid had married a poor workman,who was earning so little with the potter who employed him that he could not support his household.He listened to my advice,and actually had sufficient courage to take a lease of our tile-works,when he had not so much as a penny.He came and took up his abode here,taught his wife,her aged mother,and his own mother how to make tiles,and made workmen of them.How they managed,I do not know,upon my honor!
Vigneau probably borrowed fuel to heat his kiln,he certainly worked by day,and fetched in his materials in basket-loads by night;in short,no one knew what boundless energy he brought to bear upon his enterprise;and the two old mothers,clad in rags,worked like negroes.In this way Vigneau contrived to fire several batches,and lived for the first year on bread that was hardly won by the toil of his household.
"Still,he made a living.His courage,patience,and sterling worth interested many people in him,and he began to be known.He was indefatigable.He would hurry over to Grenoble in the morning,and sell his bricks and tiles there;then he would return home about the middle of the day,and go back again to the town at night.He seemed to be in several places at once.Towards the end of the first year he took two little lads to help him.Seeing how things were,I lent him some money,and since then from year to year the fortunes of the family have steadily improved.After the second year was over the two old mothers no longer moulded bricks nor pounded stones;they looked after the little gardens,made the soup,mended the clothes,they did spinning in the evenings,and gathered firewood in the daytime;while the young wife,who can read and write,kept the accounts.Vigneau had a small horse,and rode on his business errands about the neighborhood;next he thoroughly studied the art of brick and tile making,discovering how to make excellent square white paving-tiles,and sold them for less than the usual prices.In the third year he had a cart and a pair of horses,and at the same time his wife's appearance became almost elegant.Everything about his household improved with the improvement in his business,and everywhere there was the same neatness,method,and thrift that had been the making of his little fortune.
"At last he had work enough for six men,to whom he pays good wages;he employs a wagoner,and everything about him wears an air of prosperity.Little by little,in short,by dint of taking pains and extending his business,his income has increased.He bought the tile-works last year,and next year he will rebuild his house.To-day all the worthy folk there are well clothed and in good health.His wife,who used to be so thin and pale when the burden of her husband's cares and anxieties used to press so hardly upon her,has recovered her good looks,and has grown quite young and pretty again.The two old mothers are thoroughly happy,and take the deepest interest in every detail of the housekeeping or of the business.Work has brought money,and the money that brought freedom from care brought health and plenty and happiness.The story of this household is a living history in miniature of the Commune since I have known it,and of all young industrial states.The tile factory that used to look so empty,melancholy,ill-kept,and useless,is now in full work,astir with life,and well stocked with everything required.There is a good stock of wood here,and all the raw material for the season's work:for,as you know,tiles can only be made during a few months in the year,between June and September.Is it not a pleasure to see all this activity?My tile-maker has done his share of the work in every building going,always busy--'the devourer,'they call him in these parts."Benassis had scarcely finished speaking when the wicket gate which gave entrance to the garden opened,and a nicely-dressed young woman appeared.She came forward as quickly as her condition allowed,though the two horsemen hastened towards her.Her attire somewhat recalled her former quality of ladies'maid,for she wore a pretty cap,a pink dress,a silk apron,and white stockings.Mme.Vigneau in short,was a nice-looking woman,sufficiently plump,and if she was somewhat sunburned,her natural complexion must have been very fair.There were a few lines still left on her forehead,traced there by the troubles of past days,but she had a bright and winsome face.She spoke in a persuasive voice,as she saw that the doctor came no further,"Will you not do me the honor of coming inside and resting for a moment,M.
Benassis?"
"Certainly we will.Come this way,captain."
"The gentleman must be very hot!Will you take a little milk or some wine?M.Benassis,please try a little of the wine that my husband has been so kind as to buy for my confinement.You will tell me if it is good.""You have a good man for your husband.""Yes,sir,"she turned and spoke in quiet tones,"I am very well off.""We will not take anything,Mme.Vigneau;I only came round this way to see that nothing troublesome had happened.""Nothing,"she said."I was busy out in the garden,as you saw,turning the soil over for the sake of something to do."Then the two old mothers came out to speak to Benassis,and the young wagoner planted himself in the middle of the yard,in a spot from whence he could have a good view of the doctor.
"Let us see,let me have your hand,"said Benassis,addressing Mme.
Vigneau;and as he carefully felt her pulse,he stood in silence,absorbed in thought.The three women,meanwhile,scrutinized the commandant with the undisguised curiosity that country people do not scruple to express.
"Nothing could be better!"cried the doctor cheerily.
"Will she be confined soon?"both the mothers asked together.
