Harper's New Monthly Magazine: No. XVI.—September, 1851—Vol. III.Various
History
Harper's New Monthly Magazine: No. XVI.—September, 1851—Vol. III.
Various
American literature -- Periodicals; Civilization -- Periodicals; Culture -- Periodicals
In vain was every arm of the police put in requisition, crime after
crime was committed with impunity, and terror reigned supreme.
At last the criminal himself disdained concealment, and all Paris--nay,
a considerable portion of Europe--trembled at the name of POULAILLER.
He appeared about the year 1730, and astonished the world by deeds, some
of them so shocking, and at the same time so wonderful, that they gave
some color to the belief of many, that he was aided by supernatural
agency.
This belief was supported by a history of the circumstances attending
his birth.
There lived in a village on the coast of Brittany a man, poor but of
good repute and well-beloved by his neighbors, an intrepid mariner, but
as poor as Job himself when his friends came to comfort him. A robust
and well-knit frame, combined with a fine, frank countenance,
well-bronzed by the sea breezes, was looked on favorably by all, and by
none more than by the young lasses, whose furtive glances rested with
pleasure on the manly form and gallant bearing of Jacques Poulailler.
His strength was prodigious, and his temerity upon the ocean incredible.
Such qualities are appreciated in every country; and among the beauties
of the village, one remarkable for her superiority in wealth, as well as
natural gifts, was attracted by them, and Jacques Poulailler had the
good fortune to find favor in the eyes of her who was known in her
little world as _La belle Isabeau Colomblet_.
At no great distance from this maritime village, on the crest of a rock
lashed by the waves, which at high tides was perfectly insulated, dwelt
a personage of whose origin every one was ignorant. The building where
he had established himself had long been of evil fame throughout the
country, and was only known as _La Tour Maudite_. The firesides
resounded with tales of terror enacted in this lonely and ominous
theatre. Fiends, in the olden time, had made it their abode, as was
currently reported, and believed. From that time, it was asserted, that
no human being could dwell there without having previously entered into
a compact with the evil one. The isolation of the place, the continued
agitation of the waves at its base, the howlings of the wind around its
frowning battlements, the traces of the thunder-bolts which from time to
time had blackened and almost charred its walls, the absence of bush or
tree, or any thing in the shape of blossom or verdure--for neither
wall-flower, nor even moss, would grow there--had produced their effect
on the superstitious spirit of the neighbors, and the accursed place had
remained untenanted by any thing earthly for forty or fifty years.
One gloomy day, however, a man was seen prowling about its vicinity: he
came and went over the sands; and, just as the storm was rising, he
threw himself into a boat, gained the offing, and disappeared.
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