France -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
CALVARY
(A NOVEL)
BY
OCTAVE MIRBEAU
Member of the Goncourt Academy
TRANSLATED BY LOUIS RICH
(From the original French "Le Calvaire")
NEW YORK
LIEBER & LEWIS
MCMXXII
CHAPTER I
I was born one evening in October at Saint-Michel-les-Hêtres, a small
town in the department of Orne, and I was immediately christened by the
name of Jean-François-Marie-Mintié. To celebrate in a fitting manner
my coming into this world, my godfather, who was my uncle, distributed
a lot of dainties, threw many coppers and other small coins to a crowd
of country boys gathered on the church steps. One of them, while
struggling with his comrades, fell so awkwardly on the sharp edge of
a stone that he broke his neck and died the following day. As for my
uncle, when he returned home he contracted typhoid fever and passed
away a few weeks later. My governess, old Marie, often related these
incidents to me with pride and admiration.
Saint-Michel-les-Hêtres is situated on the outskirts of a great
national forest, the Tourouvre forest. Although it counts fifteen
hundred inhabitants, it makes no more noise than is made in the fields
on a calm day by the trees, the grass, the corn. A grove of giant beech
trees, which turn purple in autumn, shields it from the northern winds,
and the houses with pentile roofs, descending the declivity of the
hill, extend far out until they meet the great valley, broad and always
green, where one can see straying herds of oxen. The Huisne River,
glittering under the sun, winds and loses itself in the meadows which
are separated by rows of tall poplars. Dilapidated tanneries, small
windmills scale its course, clearly visible among clumps of alders. On
the other side of the valley are cultivated fields with straight lines
of fences and apple trees scattered here and there. The horizon is
enlivened by small pink farms, by hamlets one can see here and there
in the midst of the verdure which appears almost black. Because of the
proximity of the woods, the sky is alive with crows and yellow-beaked
jackdaws coming and going at all seasons.
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