Country life -- Fiction; France -- Fiction; Love stories
I often hear our betters say: "I went to school with such a one; he
was my college companion." We peasants, who never went to school in
my young days, we say, "I was catechised with such a one; that's my
communion comrade." Then is the time we make our youthful
friendships, and sometimes, too, the hatreds that last a lifetime.
In the fields, at work, or at the festivals, we talk and laugh
together, and meet and part; but at the catechism classes, which last
a year, and often two, we must put up with each other's company, and
even help each other five or six hours a day. We always started off
together in a body every morning across the fields and meadows,
beside the coverts and fences, and along the foot-paths; and we came
back in the evening anyhow, as it pleased the good God, for we took
advantage of our liberty to run where we chose, like frolicking
birds. Those who liked each other's company stayed together; the
disagreeable ones went alone, or banded in twos and threes to tease
and frighten the rest.
Joseph had his ways; they were neither horrid nor sulky, and yet they
were not amiable. I never remember seeing him really enjoying
himself, nor really frightened, nor really contented, nor really
annoyed with anything that ever happened to us. In our fights he
never got out of the way, and he usually received blows which he did
not know how to return; but he made no complaint. You might have
supposed he did not feel them.
When we loitered to play some game, he would sit or lie down at a
little distance and say nothing, answering wide of the mark if we
spoke to him. He seemed to be listening or looking at something
which the others could not perceive; that's why he was thought to be
one of those who "see the wind." Sometimes, when Brulette, who knew
his crotchets, but would not explain them, called him, he did not
answer. Then she would begin to sing,--that was sure to wake him up,
as a whistle is sure to stop people from snoring.
To tell you why I attached myself to a fellow who was such poor
company is more than I am able to do; for I was just the opposite
myself. I could not do without companions, and I was always
listening and observing others; I liked to talk and question, felt
dull when I was alone, and went about looking for fun and friendship.
Perhaps that was the reason why, pitying the serious, reserved boy, I
imitated Brulette, who would shake him up sometimes,--which did him
more good than it did her, for in fact she indulged his whims much
more than she controlled them. As far as words went she ordered him
about finely, but as he never obeyed her it was she (and I through
her) who followed in his wake and had patience with him.
The day of our first communion came at last; and, returning from
church, I made such strong resolutions not to give way to my
lawlessness any more that I followed Brulette home to her
grandfather's house, as the best example I could lay hold of to guide
me.
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