The Memoirs of François René Vicomte de Chateaubriand sometime Ambassador to England. volume 3 (of 6): Mémoires d'outre-tombe volume 3 — John Shaqi
The Memoirs of François René Vicomte de Chateaubriand sometime Ambassador to England. volume 3 (of 6): Mémoires d'outre-tombe volume 3Chateaubriand, François-René, vicomte de
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The Memoirs of François René Vicomte de Chateaubriand sometime Ambassador to England. volume 3 (of 6): Mémoires d'outre-tombe volume 3
Chateaubriand, François-René, vicomte de
Chateaubriand, François-René, vicomte de, 1768-1848
"From nine o'clock in the evening, when we started, till two
o'clock in the morning, the weather favoured us. Judging then
that we were not far from the rocks called the 'Mainquiers,'
we lay-to on our anchor, intending to wait for daylight;
but, the wind having freshened, and fearing that it would
grow still stronger, we continued our course. A few minutes
later, the sea became very heavy and, our compass having been
broken by a wave, we remained uncertain as to the course we
were taking. The first land that came into sight on the 7th
(it might then be mid-day), was the coast of Normandy, which
obliged us to tack about, and we again returned and lay-to
near the rocks called 'Écreho,' situated between the coast
of Normandy and Jersey. Strong and contrary winds obliged
us to remain in that position the whole of the rest of that
day and of the next, the 8th. On the morning of the 9th, as
soon as it was light, I said to Despagne that it appeared to
me that the wind had decreased, seeing that our boat was not
working much, and to look which way the wind was blowing. He
told me that he no longer saw the rocks near which we had
dropped the anchor. I then decided that we were drifting, and
that we had lost our anchor. The violence of the storm left
us no alternative but to make for the coast. As we saw no
land, I did not know at what distance we were from it. It was
then that I flung my papers into the sea, having taken the
precaution to fasten a stone to them. We then scudded before
the wind and made the coast, at about nine o'clock in the
morning, at Bretteville-sur-Ay, in Normandy.
"We were received on the coast by the customs officers, who
took me out of my boat almost dead; my feet and legs were
frozen. We were both lodged with the lieutenant of the
brigade of Bretteville. Two days later, Despagne was taken to
the prison at Coutances, and I have not seen him since that
day. A few days after, I myself was transferred to the gaol
at that town; the next day, I was taken by the quarter-master
to Saint-Lô, and remained for eight days with the said
quarter-master. I appeared once before M. the Prefect of
the department, and, on the 26th of January, I left with
the captain and quarter-master of the gendarmes to be taken
to Paris, where I arrived on the 28th. They took me to the
office of M. Desmarets at the ministry of the general police,
and from there to the prison of the Grande-Force."
Armand had the wind, the waves and the imperial police against him;
Bonaparte was in connivance with the storms. The gods made a very great
expenditure of wrath against a paltry existence.
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