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
Worse than all, the Prussians made fun of us unlucky villagers of
Rothalp, calling us "_la grande nation!_" But was it our fault if our
officers, who had almost all been brought up by the Jesuits, knew
nothing of their profession? If our lads had been drilled, if every
man had been compelled to serve, as they are in Germany; and if every
man had been given the post for which he was best fitted, according to
his acquirements and his spirit, I don't think the Prussians would have
got so much fun out of "_la grande nation_."
This was the only sortie attempted during the siege. The commander,
Talliant, who had plenty of sense, was quite aware that with officers
of this stamp, and soldiers who knew nothing of drill, it was better to
keep behind the ramparts and try to live without meat.
About the same time the officer in command of the post of the Landwehr
at Wechem, the greatest drunkard and the worst bully we have ever seen
in our part of the country, came to pay me his first visit, along with
fifteen men with fixed bayonets.
His object was to requisition in our village three hundred loaves of
bread, some hay, straw, and oats in proportion.
In the first place he walked into my mill, crying, "Hallo!
good-morning, M. le Maire!"
Seeing those bayonets at my door, a fidgety feeling came over me.
"I am come to bring you a proclamation from his Majesty the King of
Prussia. Read that!"
And I read the following proclamation:
"We, William, King of Prussia, make known to the inhabitants of the
French territory that the Emperor Napoleon III., having attacked the
German nation by sea and by land, whose desire was and is to live at
peace with France, has compelled us to assume the command of our
armies, and, consequently upon the events of war, to cross the French
frontier; but that I make war upon soldiers and not upon French
citizens, who shall continue to enjoy perfect security, both as regards
their persons and their property, as long as they shall not themselves
compel me, by hostile measures against the German troops, to withdraw
my protection from them."
"You will post up this proclamation," said the lieutenant to me, "upon
your door, upon that of the mayoralty-office, and upon the church-door.
Well! are you glad?"
"Of course," said I.
"Then," he replied, "we are good friends; and good friends must help
one another. Come, my boys," he cried to his soldiers, with a loud
laugh, "come on--let us all go in. Here you may fancy yourselves at
home. You will be refused nothing. Come in!"
And these robbers first entered the mill; then they passed on into the
kitchen; from the kitchen into the house, and then they went down into
the cellar.
My wife and Gredel had sought safety in flight.
Then commenced a regular organized pillage.
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