France -- History -- Louis IX, 1226-1270 -- Juvenile fiction
But he found that individual, his well-mended and red-lined clothes
exchanged for an indescribably wretched suit, busily engaged, with a
large portion of his comrades, in cutting up and curing, in various
ways, the pork which had been brought in the day before. The band had so
much hog-flesh on hand that they hardly knew what to do with all of it,
and they were so busy for several days that Jasto had no time to give to
Louis and his literary labors.
But, as soon as the pork business was finished and Jasto was at liberty,
Louis set to work in earnest to write his letter to his mother.
Jasto prepared the parchment, nearly obliterating the writing on one
side of it, and, the ink and pen being ready, the work began, and a very
important work it seemed to be. Louis, of course, was anxious that his
first letter to his mother should be a good one, well spelled and well
expressed; Jasto continually suggested forcible and high-sounding
sentences, containing words which neither Louis nor he could spell; the
Captain came several times to the place where the writing was going on,
to insist on certain terms of ransom being clearly stated; and nearly
all the men in the band straggled up, one or two at a time, to know how
the letter was coming on, and to hear Louis read what he had already
written. It was a document of great interest to every one of the
robbers, for, if it should succeed in its purpose, it would bring a
large sum of money to the band.
At last, after much labor and consultation, Louis finished the letter
just as the sun was setting, and as one of the men called out that the
evening meal—which that day consisted principally of fresh pork—was
ready.
Louis laid his letter, the last words of which were scarcely dry, upon
the ground, putting a stone upon it to keep it from blowing away, and
ran to get his supper. While he and the rest of the company were busily
eating, Jasto's pig broke out of the pen, and, seeing the parchment
letter under the tree, devoured it without the slightest hesitation.
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CHAPTER VIII.
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