The Plébiscite; or, A Miller's Story of the War: By One of the 7,500,000 Who Voted "Yes" — John Stuart Mill — John Shaqi
The Plébiscite; or, A Miller's Story of the War: By One of the 7,500,000 Who Voted "Yes"
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Immediately all was excitement. A despatch had arrived; the officers
put on their helmets, fastened on their swords, and came running out
through the gate of Germany. Countenances changed; every one asked,
"What is the meaning of this?"
At the same time the police inspector came up; he had seen my cart, and
cried, "Strangers must leave the place--the gates are going to be
closed."
Then I had only just time to embrace my son, to press Nicolas's hand,
and to start at a sharp gallop for the gate of France. The drawbridge
was just on the rise as I passed it; five minutes after I was galloping
along the white high-road by moonlight, on the way to Metting. Outside
on the glacis, there was not a sound; the pickets had been drawn, and
the two regiments of cavalry were on the road to Saverne.
I arrived home late: everybody was asleep in our village. Nobody
suspected what was about to happen within a week.
CHAPTER V
The whole way I thought of nothing but the cuirassiers. This order to
march immediately appeared to me to betoken no good: something serious
must have occurred; and as, upon the stroke of eleven, I was putting my
horses up, after having put my cart under its shed, the idea came into
my head that it was time now to hide my money. I was bringing back
from Saverne sixteen hundred livres: this heavy leathern purse in my
pocket was perhaps what reminded me. I remembered what Cousin George
had said about Uhlans and other scamps of that sort, and I felt a cold
shiver come over me.
Having, then, gone upstairs very softly, I awoke my wife: "Get up,
Catherine."
"What is the matter?"
"Get up: it is time to hide our money."
"But what is going on?"
"Nothing. Be quiet--make no noise--Gredel is asleep. You will carry
the basket: put into it your ring and your ear-rings, everything that
we have got. You hear me! I am going to empty the ditch, and we will
bury everything at the bottom of it."
Then, without answering, she arose.
I went down to the mill, opened the back-door softly, and listened.
Nothing was stirring in the village; you might have heard a cat moving.
The mill had stopped, and the water was pretty high. I lifted the
mill-dam, the water began to rush, boiling, down the gulley; but our
neighbors were used to this noise even in their sleep, so all remained
quiet.
Then I went in again, and I was busy emptying into a corner the little
box of oak in which I kept my tools--the pincers, the hammer, the
screw-driver, and the nails, when my wife, in her slippers, came
downstairs. She had the basket under her arm, and was carrying the
lighted lantern. I blew it out in a moment, thinking: Never was a
woman such a fool.
Downstairs I asked Catherine if everything was in the basket.
"Yes."
"Right. But I have brought from Saverne sixteen hundred francs: the
wheat and the flour sold well."