Country life -- Fiction; France -- Fiction; Love stories
I did as Brulette told me, and the next day we assembled on a pretty
bit of grass with all the forest workmen and several girls and women
of the neighborhood, whom Thérence invited for a dance. The
Head-Woodsman piped for us. His daughter, superb in her Bourbonnais
costume, was much complimented, which made no change in her dignified
manner. José, quite intoxicated by the charms of Brulette, who had
not forgotten to bring a little finery from home, and who bewitched
all eyes with her pretty face and her dainty ways, sat looking on at
the dancing. I busied myself in regaling the company with
refreshments, and as I wished to do things in good style, I had not
spared the money. The feast cost me three good silver crowns out of
my own pocket, but I never regretted it, for the company were pleased
with my hospitality. Everything went well, and they all said that
within the memory of man the woodland folk had never been so well
entertained. There was even a mendicant friar, who happened to come
along, and who, under pretext of begging for his convent, stuffed his
stomach as full and drank as much as any woodchopper of them all.
This amused me mightily, though it was at my expense, for it was the
first time I had seen a Carmelite drink, and I had always heard tell
that in the matter of crooking their elbows they were the best men in
Christendom.
I was just re-filling his glass, astonished that I didn't intoxicate
him, when the dancers fell into confusion and a great uproar arose.
I went out of the little arbor which I had made, and where I received
the thirsty crowd, to know what had happened; and there I saw a troop
of three or perhaps four hundred mules following a _clairin_ which
had taken it into its head to go through the assembly, and was being
pushed, and kicked, and frightened, till it darted right and left
among the people; while the mules, who are obstinate beasts, very
strong-boned and accustomed to follow the _clairin_, pressed on
through the dancers, caring little for blows and kicks, jostling
those in their way, and behaving as if they were in a field of
thistles. The animals did not go so fast, laden as they were, but
what the people had time to get out of their way. No one was hurt,
but some of the lads, excited by dancing and provoked at being
interrupted, stamped and shouted so vociferously that the scene was
most amusing to behold, and the Head-Woodsman stopped piping to hold
his sides with laughter.
Presently, knowing the musical call which collects the mules, and
which I knew too, having heard it in the forest of Saint-Chartier,
Père Bastien sounded it in the usual manner; and when the _clairin_
and his followers trotted up and surrounded the cask on which he was
seated, he laughed more than ever to see a troup of black beasts
dancing round him instead of the late gala company.
Brulette, however, who escaped from the confusion and took refuge
with Joseph and me, seemed terrified, and did not take it as a joke.
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