Yet there came another departure which brought them many tears. Nicolas,
the youngest but one of their boys, who was approaching his twentieth
birthday, and thus nigh the cross-roads of life, had not yet decided
which one he would follow. He was a dark, sturdy young man, with an open,
laughing face. As a child, he had adored tales of travel and far-away
adventure, and had always evinced great courage and endurance, returning
home enraptured from interminable rambles, and never uttering complaints,
however badly his feet might be blistered. And withal he possessed a most
orderly mind, ever carefully arranging and classifying his little
belongings in his drawers, and looking down with contempt on the
haphazard way in which his sisters kept their things.
Later on, as he grew up, he became thoughtful, as if he were vainly
seeking around him some means of realizing his two-fold craving, that of
discovering some new land and organizing it properly. One of the
last-born of a numerous family, he no longer found space enough for the
amplitude and force of his desires. His brothers and sisters had already
taken all the surrounding lands, and he stifled, threatened also, as it
were, with famine, and ever sought the broad expanse that he dreamt of,
where he might grow and reap his bread. No more room, no more food! At
first he knew not in which direction to turn, but groped and hesitated
for some months. Nevertheless, his hearty laughter continued to gladden
the house; he wearied neither his father nor his mother with the care of
his destiny, for he knew that he was already strong enough to fix it
himself.
There was no corner left for him at the farm where Gervais and Claire
took up all the room. At the Beauchêne works Denis was all sufficient,
reigning there like a conscientious toiler, and nothing justified a
younger brother in claiming a share beside him. At the mill, too,
Grégoire was as yet barely established, and his kingdom was so small that
he could not possibly cede half of it. Thus an opening was only possible
with Ambroise, and Nicolas ended by accepting an obliging offer which the
latter made to take him on trial for a few months, by way of initiating
him into the higher branches of commerce. Ambroise's fortune was becoming
prodigious since old uncle Du Hordel had died, leaving him his commission
business. Year by year the new master increased his trade with all the
countries of the world. Thanks to his lucky audacity and broad
international views, he was enriching himself with the spoils of the
earth. And though Nicolas again began to stifle in Ambroise's huge
store-houses, where the riches of distant countries, the most varied
climes, were collected together, it was there that his real vocation came
to him; for a voice suddenly arose, calling him away yonder to dim,
unknown regions, vast stretches of country yet sterile, which needed to
be populated, and cleared and sowed with the crops of the future.
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