Four Years in France: or, Narrative of an English Family's Residence there during that Period; Preceded by some Account of the Conversion of the Author to the Catholic FaithBeste, Henry Digby
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Four Years in France: or, Narrative of an English Family's Residence there during that Period; Preceded by some Account of the Conversion of the Author to the Catholic Faith
Beste, Henry Digby
France -- Description and travel
So much did we enjoy the scene before and around us, that we thought but
little of the danger that awaited us. A river was to be crossed before
we could reach Cannes; we had received some intimation that it was
probable the bridge was broken down by the swell occasioned by the
late rains: our coachman was well aware that the bridges of this
country were usually insecure; "When they tumble down," said he, "they
build them up again." On descending the forêt d'Estrelles, which it had
taken us three hours to mount and to pass, certain information was given
us, that the bridge had been carried away; "but, if your horses are
stout, there will be no danger in fording the river." We had lost time
at Frejus, as always happens when time is wanted, or as is always then
observed to happen, and were too late by half an hour. It was so nearly
dark when we arrived at the river, that the coachman, following the
road, hardly perceived when he reached the place where the bridge had
been; the horses stopped however of themselves.
We got out of the carriage, while it was turned off the road, towards
the ford. At this moment Antoine launched some jest or other, which
provoked me to say, "Vous plaisantez tout à votre aise: vous êtes
seul."--"Moi seul? Ai-je mérité cela?"[90] He felt the reproach as
unjust, and so did I, and made my excuses; he admitted that his
pleasantry was unseasonable; and we proceeded to cross the ford, having
got some peasants to help us. My eldest daughter and I were in the
cabriolet, the rest of the family in the coach, Antoine on the
coachman's seat. The bank by which we went down into the river was not
steep; but, in ascending the opposite bank, I felt the carriage to be
balanced in such a way that I fully expected it to fall sideways before
it could get clear out of the water; it required all the force of
Antoine and the peasants, pulling at a rope tied to the carriage, to
prevent this, and keep it on all its wheels. It was a fearful moment. It
was not likely that any lives would be lost, so much help was at hand;
but what evil might be the consequence of an overthrow in the
water,--especially to one who had but just recovered from three months'
illness!
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