The Plébiscite; or, A Miller's Story of the War: By One of the 7,500,000 Who Voted "Yes"
John Stuart Mill · en
Therefore our cattle returned from the Biechelberg in obedience to my
orders; and my two best cows waited in the stable, eating a few
handfuls of hay, until the first requisition of the Prussians should
arrive.
The village people who saw this highly approved of my conduct, never
imagining that their turn would come so soon.
Time passed away, and it was supposed that this quiet might last a good
while, when a squadron of Prussian lancers, and, a little farther on, a
squadron of hussars, appeared at the bottom of our valley.
For an advanced guard they had a few Uhlans--an order which we have
since noticed they observed constantly; three hundred paces to the
front rode two horsemen, each with a pistol in his hand resting on the
thigh, and who halted from time to time to question people, threatening
to kill them if they did not give plain answers to their questions; and
behind them came the main body, always at the same distance.
We, standing under our projecting eaves, or leaning out of our windows,
men, women, and children, gazed upon the men who were coming to devour
us, to ruin us, and strip the very flesh off our bones. It was, as it
were, the Plebiscite advancing upon us under our own eyes, armed with
pistol and sword, the guns and the bayonets behind.
First, the cavalry extended from the hill at Berlingen to the
Graufthal, to Wechem, to Mittelbronn, and farther still; then marched
up several regiments of infantry, their black and white standards
flying.
We were watching all this without stirring. The officers, in spiked
helmets, were galloping to and fro, carrying orders; the cure Daniel,
in his presbytery, had lifted his little white blinds, and our neighbor
Katel exclaimed, "Dear, dear, one would never have thought there could
be so many heretics in the world."
This is exactly the state of ignorance that had been kept up amongst us
from generation to generation: making people believe that there was
nobody in the universe besides themselves; that we were a thousand to
one, and that our religion was universal. Pure and simple folly,
upheld by lies!
It was a great help to us to have such grand notions about ourselves!
It made us feel enormously strong!
But hypocrites can always get out of their scrapes: they vanish in the
distance with well-lined pockets, and their victims are left behind
sticking in the mud up to the chin!
Since our reverend fathers the Jesuits have so many spies posted about
in the world, they should have told us how strong the heretics were,
and not suffered us to believe until the last that we were the only
masters of the earth. But they considered: "These French fools will
allow themselves to be hacked down to the very last man for our honor;
they will drive back the Lutherans; and then we shall make a great
figure: the Holy Father will be infallible, and we shall rule under his
name."
These things are so evident now, that one is almost ashamed to mention
them.