End of the world -- Fiction; Epidemics -- Fiction; Science fiction; Twenty-first century -- Fiction
CHAPTER V.
After the repose of a few days, we held a council, to decide on our
future movements. Our first plan had been to quit our wintry native
latitude, and seek for our diminished numbers the luxuries and delights
of a southern climate. We had not fixed on any precise spot as the
termination of our wanderings; but a vague picture of perpetual spring,
fragrant groves, and sparkling streams, floated in our imagination to
entice us on. A variety of causes had detained us in England, and we
had now arrived at the middle of February; if we pursued our original
project, we should find ourselves in a worse situation than before,
having exchanged our temperate climate for the intolerable heats of a
summer in Egypt or Persia. We were therefore obliged to modify our
plan, as the season continued to be inclement; and it was determined
that we should await the arrival of spring in our present abode, and so
order our future movements as to pass the hot months in the icy vallies
of Switzerland, deferring our southern progress until the ensuing
autumn, if such a season was ever again to be beheld by us.
The castle and town of Versailles afforded our numbers ample
accommodation, and foraging parties took it by turns to supply our
wants. There was a strange and appalling motley in the situation of
these the last of the race. At first I likened it to a colony, which
borne over the far seas, struck root for the first time in a new
country. But where was the bustle and industry characteristic of such
an assemblage; the rudely constructed dwelling, which was to suffice
till a more commodious mansion could be built; the marking out of
fields; the attempt at cultivation; the eager curiosity to discover
unknown animals and herbs; the excursions for the sake of exploring the
country? Our habitations were palaces—our food was ready stored in
granaries—there was no need of labour, no inquisitiveness, no restless
desire to get on. If we had been assured that we should secure the
lives of our present numbers, there would have been more vivacity and
hope in our councils. We should have discussed as to the period when
the existing produce for man’s sustenance would no longer suffice for
us, and what mode of life we should then adopt. We should have
considered more carefully our future plans, and debated concerning the
spot where we should in future dwell. But summer and the plague were
near, and we dared not look forward. Every heart sickened at the
thought of amusement; if the younger part of our community were ever
impelled, by youthful and untamed hilarity, to enter on any dance or
song, to cheer the melancholy time, they would suddenly break off,
checked by a mournful look or agonizing sigh from any one among them,
who was prevented by sorrows and losses from mingling in the festivity.
If laughter echoed under our roof, yet the heart was vacant of joy;
and, when ever it chanced that I witnessed such attempts at pastime,
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