Country life -- Fiction; France -- Fiction; Love stories
Aunt Marghitonne, delighted to have us near her, furnished the
household with the various little comforts to which we were
accustomed, and which the Huriel family were coaxed with some
difficulty into sharing with us, for they were not used to such
things and cared very little for them. The Bourbonnais wood-cutters,
whom the Head-Woodsman had engaged, arrived duly, and he hired others
in the neighborhood. So that we made quite a colony, quartered
partly in the village and partly in the ruins, working cheerfully
under the rule of a just man, who knew what it was to spare over-work
and to reward the willing workman, and assembling every night in the
courtyard for the evening meal; relating stories and listening to
them; singing and frolicking in the open air, and dancing on Sundays
with all the lads and lasses of the neighborhood, who were glad
enough to get our Bourbonnais music, and who brought us little gifts
from all parts, showing us a deal of attention.
The work was hard on account of the steep slopes on which the forest
grew, which rose straight from the river, and made the felling a very
dangerous matter. I had had experience of the quick temper of the
Head-Woodsman in the woods of Alleu. As he was employing none but
choice workmen for the felling, and the choppers understood the
cutting up, nothing happened to irritate him; but I was ambitious to
become a first-class chopper in order to please him, and I dreaded
lest my want of practice should once more make him call me unhandy
and imprudent, which would have mortified me cruelly in presence of
Thérence. So I begged Huriel to take me apart and show me how to
work and to let me watch him at the business. He was quite willing
to oblige me, and I went at it with such a will that before long I
surprised the master himself by my ability. He praised me, and even
asked me before his daughter why I took hold so valiantly of a
business I had no occasion for in my own country. "Because," I
replied, "I am not sorry to know how to earn my living wherever I am.
Who knows what may happen? If I loved a woman who wanted me to live
in the depths of the woods, I could follow her, and support her there
as elsewhere."
To prove to Thérence I was not so self-indulgent as perhaps she
thought, I practised sleeping on the bare ground, and living
frugally; trying to become as hardy a forester as the rest of them.
I did not find myself any the worse for it; in fact I felt that my
mind grew more active and my thoughts clearer. Many things that I
did not at first understand without long explanations, unravelled
themselves little by little, of their own accord, so that Thérence
had no longer any occasion to smile at my stupid questions. She
talked to me without getting weary and appeared to feel confidence in
my judgment.
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