The Plébiscite; or, A Miller's Story of the War: By One of the 7,500,000 Who Voted "Yes"Erckmann-Chatrian
Philosophy
The Plébiscite; or, A Miller's Story of the War: By One of the 7,500,000 Who Voted "Yes"
Erckmann-Chatrian
France -- History -- Third Republic, 1870-1940 -- Fiction
Those people, from the time they had set over us their governor
Bismarck-Bohlen, had no doubt received orders to be careful with us, to
treat us kindly, to promise us indemnities. Captain Floegel went on
drinking from morning till night, from night till morning; but instead
of calling us rascals, wretches! he called us "his good Germans, his
dear Alsacian and Lorraine brothers," promising us all the prosperity
in the world, as soon as we should have the happiness of living under
the old laws of Fatherland.
They were already talking of dismissing all French school-masters, and
then we began to see the abominable carelessness of our government in
the matter of public education. Half of our unhappy peasants did not
know a word of French: for two hundred years they had been left
grovelling in ignorance!
Now the Germans have laid hands upon us, and are telling them that the
French are enemies of their race; that they have kept them in bondage
to get all they could out of them, to live at their cost, and to use
their bodies for their own protection in time of danger. Who can say
it is not so? Are not all appearances against us? And if the Germans
bestow on the peasants the education which all our governments have
denied them, will not these people have reason to attach themselves to
their new country?
The Germans having altered their bearing toward us, and seeking to win
us over, lodged in our houses. They were Landwehr, who thought only of
their wives and children, wishing for the end of the war, and much
fearing the appearance of the francs-tireurs.
The arrival of Garibaldi in the Vosges with his two sons was announced,
and often George, pointing from his door at the summit of the Donon and
the Schneeberg, already white with snow, would say: "There is fighting
going on down there! Ah, Christian, if we were young again, what a
fine blow we might deliver in our mountain passes!"
Our greatest sorrow was to know that famine was prevailing in the town,
as well as small-pox. More than three hundred sick, out of fifteen
hundred inhabitants, were filling the College, where the hospital had
been established. There was no salt, no tobacco, no meat. The flags
of truce which were continually coming and going on the road to
Luetzelbourg, reported that the place could not hold out any longer.
There had been a talk of bringing heavy guns from Strasbourg and from
Metz, after the surrender of these two places; but I remember that the
_Hauptmann_ who was lodging with the cure, M. Daniel, declared that it
was not worth while; that a fresh bombardment would cost his Majesty
King William at least three millions; and that the best way was to let
these people die their noble death quietly, like a lamp going out for
want of oil. With these words the _Hauptmann_ put on airs of humanity,
continually repeating that we ought to save human life, and economize
ammunition.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account