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At this moment; whilst I was somewhat embarrassed how to answer; in 

came one of the monks; a little brown fellow; as lively as a grig; 

and with an Italian accent; who threw himself at once into the 

contention; but in a milder and more persuasive vein; as befitted 

one of these pleasant brethren。  Look at HIM; he said。  The rule 

was very hard; he would have dearly liked to stay in his own 

country; Italy … it was well known how beautiful it was; the 

beautiful Italy; but then there were no Trappists in Italy; and he 

had a soul to save; and here he was。



I am afraid I must be at bottom; what a cheerful Indian critic has 

dubbed me; 'a faddling hedonist;' for this description of the 

brother's motives gave me somewhat of a shock。  I should have 

preferred to think he had chosen the life for its own sake; and not 

for ulterior purposes; and this shows how profoundly I was out of 

sympathy with these good Trappists; even when I was doing my best 

to sympathise。  But to the CURE the argument seemed decisive。



'Hear that!' he cried。  'And I have seen a marquis here; a marquis; 

a marquis' … he repeated the holy word three times over … 'and 

other persons high in society; and generals。  And here; at your 

side; is this gentleman; who has been so many years in armies … 

decorated; an old warrior。  And here he is; ready to dedicate 

himself to God。'



I was by this time so thoroughly embarrassed that I pled cold feet; 

and made my escape from the apartment。  It was a furious windy 

morning; with a sky much cleared; and long and potent intervals of 

sunshine; and I wandered until dinner in the wild country towards 

the east; sorely staggered and beaten upon by the gale; but 

rewarded with some striking views。



At dinner the Work of the Propagation of the Faith was recommenced; 

and on this occasion still more distastefully to me。  The priest 

asked me many questions as to the contemptible faith of my fathers; 

and received my replies with a kind of ecclesiastical titter。



'Your sect;' he said once; 'for I think you will admit it would be 

doing it too much honour to call it a religion。'



'As you please; monsieur;' said I。  'LA PAROLE EST A VOUS。'



At length I grew annoyed beyond endurance; and although he was on 

his own ground and; what is more to the purpose; an old man; and so 

holding a claim upon my toleration; I could not avoid a protest 

against this uncivil usage。  He was sadly discountenanced。



'I assure you。' he said; 'I have no inclination to laugh in my 

heart。  I have no other feeling but interest in your soul。'



And there ended my conversion。  Honest man! he was no dangerous 

deceiver; but a country parson; full of zeal and faith。  Long may 

he tread Gevaudan with his kilted skirts … a man strong to walk and 

strong to comfort his parishioners in death!  I daresay he would 

beat bravely through a snowstorm where his duty called him; and it 

is not always the most faithful believer who makes the cunningest 

apostle。







UPPER GEVAUDAN



(continued)



The bed was made; the room was fit;

By punctual eve the stars were lit;

The air was still; the water ran;

No need there was for maid or man;

When we put up; my ass and I;

At God's green caravanserai。



OLD PLAY。







ACROSS THE GOULET







THE wind fell during dinner; and the sky remained clear; so it was 

under better auspices that I loaded Modestine before the monastery 

gate。  My Irish friend accompanied me so far on the way。  As we 

came through the wood; there was Pere Apollinaire hauling his 

barrow; and he too quitted his labours to go with me for perhaps a 

hundred yards; holding my hand between both of his in front of him。  

I parted first from one and then from the other with unfeigned 

regret; but yet with the glee of the traveller who shakes off the 

dust of one stage before hurrying forth upon another。  Then 

Modestine and I mounted the course of the Allier; which here led us 

back into Gevaudan towards its sources in the forest of Mercoire。  

It was but an inconsiderable burn before we left its guidance。  

Thence; over a hill; our way lay through a naked plateau; until we 

reached Chasserades at sundown。



The company in the inn kitchen that night were all men employed in 

survey for one of the projected railways。  They were intelligent 

and conversible; and we decided the future of France over hot wine; 

until the state of the clock frightened us to rest。  There were 

four beds in the little upstairs room; and we slept six。  But I had 

a bed to myself; and persuaded them to leave the window open。



'HE; BOURGEOIS; IL EST CINQ HEURES!' was the cry that wakened me in 

the morning (Saturday; September 28th)。  The room was full of a 

transparent darkness; which dimly showed me the other three beds 

and the five different nightcaps on the pillows。  But out of the 

window the dawn was growing ruddy in a long belt over the hill…

tops; and day was about to flood the plateau。  The hour was 

inspiriting; and there seemed a promise of calm weather; which was 

perfectly fulfilled。  I was soon under way with Modestine。  The 

road lay for a while over the plateau; and then descended through a 

precipitous village into the valley of the Chassezac。  This stream 

ran among green meadows; well hidden from the world by its steep 

banks; the broom was in flower; and here and there was a hamlet 

sending up its smoke。



At last the path crossed the Chassezac upon a bridge; and; 

forsaking this deep hollow; set itself to cross the mountain of La 

Goulet。  It wound up through Lestampes by upland fields and woods 

of beech and birch; and with every corner brought me into an 

acquaintance with some new interest。  Even in the gully of the 

Chassezac my ear had been struck by a noise like that of a great 

bass bell ringing at the distance of many miles; but this; as I 

continued to mount and draw nearer to it; seemed to change in 

character; and I found at length that it came from some one leading 

flocks afield to the note of a rural horn。  The narrow street of 

Lestampes stood full of sheep; from wall to wall … black sheep and 

white; bleating with one accord like the birds in spring; and each 

one accompanying himself upon the sheep…bell round his neck。  It 

made a pathetic concert; all in treble。  A little higher; and I 

passed a pair of men in a tree with pruning…hooks; and one of them 

was singing the music of a BOURREE。  Still further; and when I was 

already threading the birches; the crowing of cocks came cheerfully 

up to my ears; and along with that the voice of a flute discoursing 

a deliberate and plaintive air from one of the upland villages。  I 

pictured to myself some grizzled; apple…cheeked; country 

schoolmaster fluting in his bit of a garden in the clear autumn 

sunshine。  All these beautiful and interesting sounds filled my 

heart with an unwonted expectation; and it appeared to me that; 

once past this range which I was mounting; I should descend into 

the garden of the world。  Nor was I deceived; for I was now done 

with rains and winds and a bleak country。  The first part of my 

journey ended here; and this was like an induction of sweet sounds 

into the other and more beautiful。



There are other degrees of FEYNESS; as of punishment; besides the 

capital; and I was now led by my good spirits into an adventure 

which I relate in the interest of future donkey…drivers。  The road 

zigzagged so widely on the hillside; that I chose a short cut by 

map and compass; and struck through the dwarf woods to catch the 

road again upon a higher level。  It was my one serious conflict 

with Modestine。  She would none of my short cut; she turned in my 

face; she backed; she reared; she; whom I had hitherto imagined to 

be dumb; actually brayed with a loud hoarse flourish; like a cock 

crowing for the dawn。  I plied the goad with one hand; with the 

other; so steep was the ascent; I had to hold on the pack…saddle。  

Half…a…dozen times she was nearly over backwards on the top of me; 

half…a…dozen times; from sheer weariness of spirit; I was nearly 

giving it up; and leading her down again to follow the road。  But I 

took the thing as a wager; and fought it through。  I was surprised; 

as I went on my way again; by what appeared to be chill rain…drops 

falling on my hand; and more than once looked up in wonder at the 

cloudless sky。  But it was only sweat which came dropping from my 

brow。



Over the summit of the Goulet there was no marked road … only 

upright stones posted from space to space to guide the drovers。  

The turf underfoot was springy and well scented。  I had no company 

but a lark or two; and met but one bullock…cart between Lestampes 

and Bleymard。  In front of me I saw a shallow valley; and beyond 

that the range of the Lozere; sparsely wooded and well enough 

modelled in the flanks; but st

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