The Plébiscite; or, A Miller's Story of the War: By One of the 7,500,000 Who Voted "Yes" — John Shaqi
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 heavy reports," said George, "come from the great siege-guns of
the fort; the others are the enemy's lighter artillery. At this
moment, the German army, at six leagues from us, victorious in Alsace,
is on the road from Woerth to Siewettler, to unite with the army that
is moving on Metz; it is defiling past the guns of the fort. To-morrow
we shall see their advanced guard march past us. It is a melancholy
story, to be defeated through the fault of an imbecile and his
courtiers; but we must always remember, as a small consolation, to
every man his turn." He began again to smoke, and I went on my way
home, where I put up my horses. I had earned my thirty francs in six
hours; but this did not give me complete satisfaction. My wife and
Gredel were also on the hill listening to the firing; half the village
were up there; and all at once I saw Placiard, who could not be found
the day before, jumping through the gardens, puffing and panting for
breath.
"You hear, Monsieur le Maire," he cried--"you hear the battle? It is
King Victor Emmanuel coming to our help with a hundred and fifty
thousand men!"
At this I could no longer contain myself, and I cried, "Monsieur
Placiard, if you take me for a fool, you are quite mistaken; and if you
are one, you had better hold your tongue. It is no use any longer
telling these poor people false news, as you have been doing for
eighteen years, to keep up their hopes to the last moment. This will
never more bring tobacco-excise to you, and stamp-offices to your sons.
The time for play-acting is over. You are telling me this through love
of lying; but I have had enough of all these abominable tricks; I now
see things clearly. We have been plundered from end to end by fellows
of your sort, and now we are going to pay for you, without having had
any benefit ourselves. If the Prussians become our masters, if they
bestow places and salaries, you will be their best friend; you will
denounce the patriots in the commune, and you will have them to vote
plebiscites for Bismarck! What does it matter to you whether you are a
Frenchman or a German? Your true lord, your true king, your true
emperor, is the man who pays!"
As fast as I spoke my wrath increased, and all at once I shouted:
"Wait, Monsieur l'Adjoint, wait till I come out; I will pay you off for
the Emperor, for his Ministers, and all the infamous crew of your sort
who have brought the Prussians into France!" But I had scarcely
reached the door, when he had already turned the corner.
CHAPTER VII
On that day we had yet more alarms.
Between one and two o'clock, standing before my mill, I fancied I could
hear a drum beating up the valley. All the village was lamenting, and
crying, "Here are the Prussians!"
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