第 8 节
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男孩不逛街 更新:2021-02-18 23:24 字数:9321
soldier from one end of the country to the other。
Capmakers became colonels; assuming the duties of generals;
revolvers and daggers were displayed on large rotund bodies;
enveloped in red sashes; common citizens turned warriors;
commanding battalions of noisy volunteers; and swearing like
troopers to emphasize their importance。
The very fact of bearing arms and handling guns with a system
excited a people who hitherto had only handled scales and
measures; and made them formidable to the first comer; without
reason。 They even executed a few innocent people to prove that
they knew how to kill; and; in roaming through virgin fields
still belonging to the Prussians; they shot stray dogs; cows
chewing the cud in peace; or sick horses put out to pasture。 Each
believed himself called upon to play a great role in military
affairs。 The cafes of the smallest villages; full of tradesmen in
uniform; resembled barracks or field hospitals。
Now; the town of Canneville did not yet know the exciting news of
the army and the Capital。 It had; however; been greatly agitated
for a month over an encounter between the rival political
parties。 The mayor; Viscount de Varnetot; a small; thin man;
already old; remained true to the Empire; especially since he saw
rising up against him a powerful adversary; in the great;
sanguine form of Doctor Massarel; head of the Republican party in
the district; venerable chief of the Masonic lodge; president of
the Society of Agriculture and of the Fire Department; and
organizer of the rural militia designed to save the country。
In two weeks he had induced sixty…three men to volunteer in
defense of their countrymarried men; fathers of families;
prudent farmers and merchants of the town。 These he drilled every
morning in front of the mayor's window。
Whenever the mayor happened to appear; Commander Massarel;
covered with pistols; passing proudly up and down in front of his
troops; would make them shout; 〃Long live our country!〃 And this;
they noticed; disturbed the little viscount; who no doubt heard
in it menace and defiance; and perhaps some odious recollection
of the great Revolution。
On the morning of the fifth of September; in uniform; his
revolver on the table; the doctor gave consultation to an old
peasant couple。 The husband had suffered with a varicose vein for
seven years; but had waited until his wife had one too; so that
they might go and hunt up a physician together; guided by the
postman when he should come with the newspaper。
Dr。 Massarel opened the door; grew pale; straightened himself
abruptly and; raising his arms to heaven in a gesture of
exaltation; cried out with all his might; in the face of the
amazed rustics:
〃Long live the Republic! Long live the Republic! Long live the
Republic!〃
Then he dropped into his armchair weak with emotion。
When the peasant explained that this sickness commenced with a
feeling as if ants were running up and down in his legs; the
doctor exclaimed: 〃Hold your peace。 I have spent too much time
with you stupid people。 The Republic is proclaimed! The Emperor
is a prisoner! France is saved! Long live the Republic!〃 And;
running to the door; he bellowed: 〃Celeste! Quick! Celeste!〃
The frightened maid hastened in。 He stuttered; so rapidly did he
try to speak: 〃My boots; my saber my cartridge boxandthe
Spanish dagger; which is on my night table。 Hurry now!〃
The obstinate peasant; taking advantage of the moment's silence;
began again: 〃This seemed like some cysts that hurt me when I
walked。〃
The exasperated physician shouted: 〃Hold your peace! For Heaven's
sake! If you had washed your feet oftener; it would not have
happened。〃 Then; seizing him by the neck; he hissed in his face:
〃Can you not comprehend that we are living in a Republic;
stupid?〃
But professional sentiment calmed him suddenly; and he let the
astonished old couple out of the house; repeating all the time:
〃Return to…morrow; return to…morrow; my friends; I have no more
time to…day。〃
While equipping himself from head to foot; he gave another series
of urgent orders to the maid:
〃Run to Lieutenant Picard's and to Sub…lieutenant Pommel's and
say to them that I want them here immediately。 Send Torcheboeuf
to me; too; with his drum。 Quick; now! Quick!〃 And when Celeste
was gone; he collected his thoughts and prepared to surmount the
difficulties of the situation。
The three men arrived together。 They were in their working
clothes。 The Commander; who had expected to see them in uniform;
had a fit of surprise。
〃You know nothing; then? The Emperor has been taken prisoner。 A
Republic is proclaimed。 My position is delicate; not to say
perilous。〃
He reflected for some minutes before the astonished faces of his
subordinates and then continued:
〃It is necessary to act; not to hesitate。 Minutes now are worth
hours at other times。 Everything depends upon promptness of
decision。 You; Picard; go and find the curate and get him to ring
the bell to bring the people together; while I get ahead of them。
You; Torcheboeuf; beat the call to assemble the militia in arms;
in the square; from even as far as the hamlets of Gerisaie and
Salmare。 You; Pommell put on your uniform at once; that is; the
jacket and cap。 We; together; are going to take possession of the
mairie and summon M。 de Varnetot to transfer his authority to me。
Do you understand?〃
〃Yes。〃
〃Act; then; and promptly。 I will accompany you to your house;
Pommel; since we are to work together。〃
Five minutes later; the Commander and his subaltern; armed to the
teeth; appeared in the square; just at the moment when the little
Viscount de Varnetot; with hunting gaiters on and his rifle on
his shoulder; appeared by another street; walking rapidly and
followed by three guards in green jackets; each carrying a knife
at his side and a gun over his shoulder。
While the doctor stopped; half stupefied; the four men entered
the mayor's house and the door closed behind them。
〃We are forestalled;〃 murmured the doctor; 〃it will be necessary
now to wait for re…enforcements; nothing can be done for a
quarter of an hour。〃
Here Lieutenant Picard appeared: 〃The curate refuses to obey;〃
said he; 〃he has even shut himself up in the church with the
beadle and the porter。〃
On the other side of the square; opposite the white; closed front
of the mairie; the church; mute and black; showed its great oak
door with the wrought…iron trimmings。
Then; as the puzzled inhabitants put their noses out of the
windows; or came out upon the steps of their houses; the rolling
of a drum was heard; and Torcheboeuf suddenly appeared; beating
with fury the three quick strokes of the call to arms。 He crossed
the square with disciplined step; and then disappeared on a road
leading to the country。
The Commander drew his sword; advanced alone to the middle
distance between the two buildings where the enemy was barricaded
and; waving his weapon above his head; roared at the top of his
lungs: 〃Long live the Republic! Death to traitors!〃 Then he fell
back where his officers were。 The butcher; the baker; and the
apothecary; feeling a little uncertain; put up their shutters and
closed their shops。 The grocery alone remained open。
Meanwhile the men of the militia were arriving; little by little;
variously clothed; but all wearing caps; the cap constituting the
whole uniform of the corps。 They were armed with their old; rusty
guns; guns that had hung on chimney…pieces in kitchens for thirty
years; and looked quite like a detachment of country soldiers。
When there were about thirty around him; the Commander explained
in a few words; the state of affairs。 Then; turning toward his
major; he said: 〃Now; we must act。〃
While the inhabitants collected; talked over and discussed the
matter; the doctor quickly formed his plan of campaign:
〃Lieutenant Picard; you advance to the windows of the mayor's
house and order M。 de Varnetot to turn over the townhall to me;
in the name of the Republic。〃
But the lieutenant was a master…mason and refused。
〃You are a scamp; you are。 Trying to make a target of me! Those
fellows in there are good shots; you know that。 No; thanks!
Execute your commissions yourself!〃
The Commander turned red: 〃I order you to go in the name of
discipline;〃 said he。
〃I am not spoiling my features without knowing why;〃 the
lieutenant returned。
Men of influence; in a group near by; were heard laughing。 One of
them called out: 〃You are right; Picard; it is not the proper
time。〃 The doctor; under his breath; muttered: 〃Cowards!〃 And;
placing his sword and his revolver in the hands of a soldier; he
advanced with measured step; his eye fixed on the windows; as if
he expected to see a gun or a cannon pointed at him。
When he was within