The Desultory Man: Collection of Ancient and Modern British Novels and Romances. Vol. CXLVII.James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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The Desultory Man: Collection of Ancient and Modern British Novels and Romances. Vol. CXLVII.
James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
Fiction
The landlord of the _auberge_, seeing that we were poor wayfaring
strangers, and most charitably wishing to take us in, was equally
against our proceeding, either backwards or forwards, assuring us that
we should be murdered if we went on, and frozen if we went back. The
country before us, he said, was all under water, and filled with
carniverous savages, who lived upon mutton and woodcocks, and if we
returned it would be midnight before we arrived at Bourdi-ou, as he
called it in his Gascon jargon.
All this tremendous description induced our fellow-travellers to
return whence they came, but De B---- and myself, animated with the
ancient spirit of chivalry, and fully prepared to encounter windmills
and giants, procured a couple of guides, and proceeded on our journey
on foot.
The first thing which excited my companion's attention, was the face
of one of our guides, which, if it would not have furnished Salvator
with a bandit, would have served Mrs. Radcliff very well for an
assassin, which name we instantly bestowed upon him. De B---- pointed
out to me also, that this good gentleman, with his dogged scowl and
averted look, had a trick of whispering to the other guide the moment
our eyes were off him, and ceased the moment we looked at him. Now as
my friend had a considerable sum upon his person, which he had not
thought fit to leave at his lodgings, all this made him regard the
guides with a jealous eye; nor were his uncomfortable sensations at
all diminished by our friend the assassin entering into conversation
with us and entertaining us with a most terrific account of the
robbers, murderers, troglodytes, and barbarians inhabiting the Landes.
About four o'clock we came to the last house we were to meet with, and
having gone in to get some refreshment, I took out one of my pistols,
made the guide admire its exquisite workmanship, and boasted that I
could kill a sparrow with it at twenty yards distance. This had rather
an odd effect, his note was instantly changed. He told us that they
were all honest people in the Landes, and swallowed all he had said
before with wonderful facility.
The night was beginning to fall when we quitted this house, the
country wilder and more deserted than before; and shortly after, our
guide quitted every vestige of a path and led us into the depth of the
forest, which consists entirely of enormous pines raising themselves
singly out of the light sand, without any underwood whatever, except
some scattered knots of heath, the only shrub which will grow in that
ungrateful soil.
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