be celebrated on the same day at Les Combettes, now a large township,
a very suburb of Beauclair, with large bright buildings redolent of
the inexhaustible wealth of the earth. And the weddings took place at
harvest-time--indeed, on the very last day of the harvesting, when huge
ricks already arose upon every side over the great golden plain.
Feuillat, the former farmer of La Guerdache, had already married his
son Léon to Eugénie, daughter of Yvonnot, the assessor, whom he had
formerly reconciled with Feuillat, the mayor--that reconciliation
whence had sprung the good agreement of all the inhabitants of
the place, and that impulse to combine together which had made the
wretched village, consumed by hatred, a fraternal and flourishing town.
Nowadays Feuillat, who was very aged, had become like the patriarch
of that agricultural society, for it was he who had dreamt of it,
secretly sought to establish it, in former days, when combating the
deadly tenant-farming system, and foreseeing what incalculable wealth
the tillers of the soil might draw from it when they should agree
together to love it like men of science and method. A true love for
that soil which for centuries had been exhausting his ancestors, seemed
to have sufficed to enlighten that simple farmer, who originally
had been a hard-headed and rapacious man like all of his class. He
had perceived in what direction lay salvation, peace among all the
peasants, a combination of efforts, the earth becoming once more
the sole mother, ploughed, sown, and cropped by one family. And he
had beheld the fulfilment of his dream, he had seen his neighbours'
fields joined together, the farm of La Guerdache merged into the
parish of Les Combettes, other smaller villages joined thereto, a vast
estate created, and set on the march for the conquest, by successive
annexation, of the whole of the vast plain of La Roumagne. Feuillat,
who had remained the soul of the association, formed with Lenfant
and Yvonnot, its founders, a kind of 'Conseil des Anciens,' who were
consulted on all things, and whose advice was always found profitable.
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