书城公版The Country Doctor
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第17章 THE NAPOLEON OF THE PEOPLE(5)

"Bah!Those generals of his lose their heads at once;for when he was away,it was not like the same thing.The marshals fall out among themselves,and make blunders,as was only natural,for Napoleon in his kindness had fed them on gold till they had grown as fat as butter,and they had no mind to march.Troubles came of this,for many of them stayed inactive in garrison towns in the rear,without attempting to tickle up the backs of the enemy behind us,and we were being driven back on France.But Napoleon comes back among us with fresh troops;cons they were,and famous cons too;he had put some thorough notions of discipline into them--the whelps were good to set their teeth in anybody.He had a bourgeois guard of honor too,and fine troops they were!They melted away like butter on a gridiron.We may put a bold front on it,but everything is against us,although the army still performs prodigies of valor.Whole nations fought against nations in tremendous battles,at Dresden,Lutzen,and Bautzen,and then it was that France showed extraordinary heroism,for you must all of you bear in mind that in those times a stout grenadier only lasted six months.

"We always won the day,but the English were always on our track,putting nonsense into other nations'heads,and stirring them up to revolt.In short,we cleared a way through all these mobs of nations;for wherever the Emperor appeared,we made a passage for him;for on the land as on the sea,whenever he said,'I wish to go forward,'we made the way.

"There comes a final end to it at last.We are back in France;and in spite of the bitter weather,it did one's heart good to breathe one's native air again,it set up many a poor fellow;and as for me,it put new life into me,I can tell you.But it was a question all at once of defending France,our fair land of France.All Europe was up in arms against us;they took it in bad part that we had tried to keep the Russians in order by driving them back within their own borders,so that they should not gobble us up,for those Northern folk have a strong liking for eating up the men of the South,it is a habit they have;I have heard the same thing of them from several generals.

"So the Emperor finds his own father-in-law,his friends whom he had made crowned kings,and the rabble of princes to whom he had given back their thrones,were all against him.Even Frenchmen and allies in our own ranks turned against us,by orders from high quarters,as at Leipsic.Common soldiers would hardly be capable of such abominations;yet these princes,as they called themselves,broke their words three times a day!The next thing they do is to invade France.Wherever our Emperor shows his lion's face,the enemy beats a retreat;he worked more miracles for the defence of France than he had ever wrought in the conquest of Italy,the East,Spain,Europe,and Russia;he has a mind to bury every foreigner in French soil,to give them a respect for France,so he lets them come close up to Paris,so as to do for them at a single blow,and to rise to the highest height of genius in the biggest battle that ever was fought,a mother of battles!But the Parisians wanting to save their trumpery skins,and afraid for their twopenny shops,open their gates and there is a beginning of the ragusades,and an end of all joy and happiness;they make a fool of the Empress,and fly the white flag out at the windows.The Emperor's closest friends among his generals forsake him at last and go over to the Bourbons,of whom no one had ever heard tell.Then he bids us farewell at Fontainbleau:

"'Soldiers!'.(I can hear him yet,we were all crying just like children;the Eagles and the flags had been lowered as if for a funeral.Ah!and it was a funeral,I can tell you;it was the funeral of the Empire;those smart armies of his were nothing but skeletons now.)So he stood there on the flight of steps before his chateau,and he said:

"'Children,we have been overcome by treachery,but we shall meet again up above in the country of the brave.Protect my child,I leave him in your care.LONG LIVE NAPOLEON II.!'

"He had thought of killing himself,so that no one should behold Napoleon after his defeat;like Jesus Christ before the Crucifixion,he thought himself forsaken by God and by his talisman,and so he took enough poison to kill a regiment,but it had no effect whatever upon him.Another marvel!he discovered that he was immortal;and feeling sure of his case,and knowing that he would be Emperor for ever,he went to an island for a little while,so as to study the dispositions of those folk who did not fail to make blunder upon blunder.Whilst he was biding his time,the Chinese and the brutes out in Africa,the Moors and what-not,awkward customers all of them,were so convinced that he was something more than mortal,that they respected his flag,saying that God would be displeased if any one meddled with it.So he reigned over all the rest of the world,although the doors of his own France had been closed upon him.

"Then he goes on board the same nutshell of a skiff that he sailed in from Egypt,passes under the noses of the English vessels,and sets foot in France.France recognizes her Emperor,the cuckoo flits from steeple to steeple;France cries with one voice,'Long live the Emperor!'The enthusiasm for that Wonder of the Ages was thoroughly genuine in these parts.Dauphine behaved handsomely;and I was uncommonly pleased to learn that people here shed tears of joy on seeing his gray overcoat once more.

"It was on March 1st that Napoleon set out with two hundred men to conquer the kingdom of France and Navarre,which by March 20th had become the French Empire again.On that day he found himself in Paris,and a clean sweep had been made of everything;he had won back his beloved France,and had called all his soldiers about him again,and three words of his had done it all--'Here am I!''Twas the greatest miracle God ever worked!Was it ever known in the world before that a man should do nothing but show his hat,and a whole Empire became his?

They fancied that France was crushed,did they?Never a bit of it.ANational Army springs up again at the sight of the Eagle,and we all march to Waterloo.There the Guard fall all as one man.Napoleon in his despair heads the rest,and flings himself three times on the enemy's guns without finding the death he sought;we all saw him do it,we soldiers,and the day was lost!That night the Emperor calls all his old soldiers about him,and there on the battlefield,which was soaked with our blood,he burns his flags and his Eagles--the poor Eagles that had never been defeated,that had cried,'Forward!'in battle after battle,and had flown above us all over Europe.That was the end of the Eagles--all the wealth of England could not purchase for her one tail-feather.The rest is sufficiently known.

"The Red Man went over to the Bourbons like the low scoundrel he is.

France is prostrate,the soldier counts for nothing,they rob him of his due,send him about his business,and fill his place with nobles who could not walk,they were so old,so that it made you sorry to see them.They seize Napoleon by treachery,the English shut him up on a desert island in the ocean,on a rock ten thousand feet above the rest of the world.That is the final end of it;there he has to stop till the Red Man gives him back his power again,for the happiness of France.A lot of them say that he is dead!Dead?Oh!yes,very likely.

They do not know him,that is plain!They go on telling that fib to deceive the people,and to keep things quiet for their tumble-down government.Listen;this is the whole truth of the matter.His friends have left him alone in the desert to fulfil a prophecy that was made about him,for I forgot to tell you that his name Napoleon really means the LION OF THE DESERT.And that is gospel truth.You will hear plenty of other things said about the Emperor,but they are all monstrous nonsense.Because,look you,to no man of woman born would God have given the power to write his name in red,as he did,across the earth,where he will be remembered for ever!Long live 'Napoleon,the father of the soldier,the father of the people!'""Long live General Eble!"cried the pontooner.

"How did you manage not to die in the gorge of the redoubts at Borodino?"asked a peasant woman.

"Do I know?we were a whole regiment when we went down into it,and only a hundred foot were left standing;only infantry could have carried it;for the infantry,look you,is everything in an army----""But how about the cavalry?"cried Genestas,slipping down out of the hay in a sudden fashion that drew a startled cry from the boldest.

"He,old boy!you are forgetting Poniatowski's Red Lancers,the Cuirassiers,the Dragoons,and the whole boiling.Whenever Napoleon grew tired of seeing his battalions gain no ground towards the end of a victory,he would say to Murat,'Here,you!cut them in two for me!'and we set out first at a trot,and then at a gallop,ONE,TWO!and cut a way clean through the ranks of the enemy;it was like slicing an apple in two with a knife.Why,a charge of cavalry is nothing more nor less than a column of cannon balls.""And how about the pontooners?"cried the deaf veteran.

"There,there!my children,"Genestas went on,repenting in his confusion of the sally he had made,when he found himself in the middle of a silent and bewildered group,"there are no agents of police spying here!Here,drink to the Little Corporal with this!""Long live the Emperor!"all cried with one voice.

"Hush!children,"said the officer,concealing his own deep sorrow with an effort."Hush!HE IS DEAD.He died saying,GLORY,FRANCE,ANDBATTLE,'So it had to be,children,he must die;but his memory--never!"Goguelat made an incredulous gesture,then he whispered to those about him,"The officer is still in the service,and orders have been issued that they are to tell the people that the Emperor is dead.You must not think any harm of him because,after all,a soldier must obey orders."As Genestas went out of the barn,he heard La Fosseuse say,"That officer,you know,is M.Benassis'friend,and a friend of the Emperor's."Every soul in the barn rushed to the door to see the commandant again;they saw him in the moonlight,as he took the doctor's arm.

"It was a stupid thing to do,"said Genestas."Quick!let us go into the house.Those Eagles,cannon,and campaigns!I had quite forgotten where I was.""Well,what do you think of our Goguelat?"asked Benassis.

"So long as such stories are told in France,sir,she will always find the fourteen armies of the Republic within her,at need;and her cannon will be perfectly able to keep up a conversation with the rest of Europe.That is what I think."A few moments later they reached Benassis'dwelling,and soon were sitting on either side of the hearth in the salon;the dying fire in the grate still sent up a few sparks now and then.Each was absorbed in thought.Genestas was hesitating to ask one last question.In spite of the marks of confidence that he had received,he feared lest the doctor should regard his inquiry as indiscreet.He looked searchingly at Benassis more than once;and an answering smile,full of a kindly cordiality,such as lights up the faces of men of real strength of character,seemed to give him in advance the favorable reply for which he sought.So he spoke:

"Your life,sir,is so different from the lives of ordinary men,that you will not be surprised to hear me ask you the reason of your retired existence.My curiosity may seem to you to be unmannerly,but you will admit that it is very natural.Listen a moment:I have had comrades with whom I have never been on intimate terms,even though Ihave made many campaigns with them;but there have been others to whom I would say,'Go to the paymaster and draw our money,'three days after we had got drunk together,a thing that will happen,for the quietest folk must have a frolic fit at times.Well,then,you are one of those people whom I take for a friend without waiting to ask leave,nay,without so much as knowing wherefore.""Captain Bluteau----"Whenever the doctor had called his guest by his assumed name,the latter had been unable for some time past to suppress a slight grimace.Benassis,happening to look up just then,caught this expression of repugnance;he sought to discover the reason of it,and looked full into the soldier's face,but the real enigma was well-nigh insoluble for him,so he set down these symptoms to physical suffering and went on:

"Captain,I am about to speak of myself.I have had to force myself to do so already several times since yesterday,while telling you about the improvements that I have managed to introduce here;but it was a question of the interests of the people and the commune,with which mine are necessarily bound up.But,now,if I tell you my story,Ishould have to speak wholly of myself,and mine has not been a very interesting life.""If it were as uneventful as La Fosseuse's life,"answered Genestas,"I should still be glad to know about it;I should like to know the untoward events that could bring a man of your calibre into this canton.""Captain,for these twelve years I have lived in silence;and now,as I wait at the brink of the grave for the stroke that will cast me into it,I will candidly own to you that this silence is beginning to weigh heavily upon me.I have borne my sorrows alone for twelve years;Ihave had none of the comfort that friendship gives in such full measure to a heart in pain.My poor sick folk and my peasants certainly set me an example of unmurmuring resignation;but they know that I at least understand them and their troubles,while there is not a soul here who knows of the tears that I have shed,no one to give me the hand-clasp of a comrade,the noblest reward of all,a reward that falls to the lot of every other;even Gondrin has not missed that."Genestas held out his hand,a sudden impulsive movement by which Benassis was deeply touched.

"There is La Fosseuse,"he went on in a different voice;"she perhaps would have understood as the angels might;but then,too,she might possibly have loved me,and that would have been a misfortune.Listen,captain,my confession could only be made to an old soldier who looks as leniently as you do on the failings of others,or to some young man who has not lost the illusions of youth;for only a man who knows life well,or a lad to whom it is all unknown,could understand my story.

The captains of past times who fell upon the field of battle used to make their last confession to the cross on the hilt of their sword;if there was no priest at hand,it was the sword that received and kept the last confidences between a human soul and God.And will you hear and understand me,for you are one of Napoleon's finest sword-blades,as thoroughly tempered and as strong as steel?Some parts of my story can only be understood by a delicate tenderness,and through a sympathy with the beliefs that dwell in simple hearts;beliefs which would seem absurd to the sophisticated people who make use in their own lives of the prudential maxims of worldly wisdom that only apply to the government of states.To you I shall speak openly and without reserve,as a man who does not seek to apologize for his life with the good and evil done in the course of it;as one who will hide nothing from you,because he lives so far from the world of to-day,careless of the judgements of man,and full of hope in God."Benassis stopped,rose to his feet,and said,"Before I begin my story,I will order tea.Jacquotte has never missed asking me if Iwill take it for these twelve years past,and she will certainly interrupt us.Do you care about it,captain?""No,thank you."In another moment Benassis returned.