himself where you saw him, and since he has been there he has never
said one word."
The
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related this history rapidly and more simply than I can
write it. The lower classes make few comments as they
relate a thing;
they tell the fact that strikes them, and present it as they felt it.
This tale was made as
sharply incisive as the blow of an axe.
"I shall not go to Batz," said Pauline, when we came to the upper
shore of the lake.
We returned to Croisic by the salt marshes, through the
labyrinth of
which we were guided by our
fisherman, now as silent as ourselves. The
inclination of our souls was changed. We were both plunged into
gloomyreflections, saddened by the
recital of a drama which explained the
sudden presentiment which had seized us on
seeing Cambremer. Each of
us had enough knowledge of life to
divine all that our guide had not
told of that
tripleexistence. The
anguish of those three beings rose
up before us as if we had seen it in a drama, culminating in that of
the father expiating his crime. We dared not look at the rock where
sat the fatal man who held the whole
countryside in awe. A few clouds
dimmed the skies; mists were creeping up from the
horizon. We walked
through a
landscape more
bitterlygloomy than any our eyes had ever
rested on, a nature that seemed
sickly,
suffering, covered with salty
crust, the eczema, it might be called, of earth. Here, the soil was
mapped out in squares of
unequal size and shape, all encased with
enormous ridges or embankments of gray earth and filled with water, to
the surface of which the salt scum rises. These gullies, made by the
hand of man, are again divided by causeways, along which the laborers
pass, armed with long rakes, with which they drag this scum to the
bank, heaping it on platforms placed at equal distances when the salt
is fit to handle.
For two hours we skirted the edge of this
melancholy checkerboard,
where salt has stifled all forms of
vegetation, and where no one ever
comes but a few "paludiers," the local name given to the laborers of
the salt marshes. These men, or rather this clan of Bretons, wear a
special
costume: a white
jacket, something like that of brewers. They
marry among themselves. There is no
instance of a girl of the tribe
having ever married any man who was not a paludier.
The
horrible aspects of these marshes, these sloughs, the mud of which
was systematically raked, the dull gray earth that the Breton flora
held in
horror, were in keeping with the gloom that filled our souls.
When we reached a spot where we crossed an arm of the sea, which no
doubt serves to feed the
stagnant salt-pools, we noticed with relief
the puny
vegetation which sprouted through the sand of the beach. As
we crossed, we saw the island on which the Cambremers had lived; but
we turned away our heads.
Arriving at the hotel, we noticed a billiard-table, and
finding that
it was the only billiard-table in Croisic, we made our preparations to
leave during the night. The next day we went to Guerande. Pauline was
still sad, and I myself felt a return of that fever of the brain which
will destroy me. I was so
cruelly tortured by the visions that came to
me of those three lives, that Pauline said at last,--
"Louis, write it all down; that will change the nature of the fever
within you."
So I have written you this
narrative, dear uncle; but the shock of
such an event has made me lose the
calmness I was
beginning to gain
from sea-bathing and our stay in this place.
ADDENDUM
The following personages appear in other stories of the Human Comedy.
Note: A Drama on the Seashore is also known as A Seaside Tragedy and
is referred to by that title in other addendums.
Cambremer, Pierre
Beatrix
Lambert, Louis
Louis Lambert
A Distinguished Provincial at Paris
Lefebvre
Louis Lambert
Villenoix, Pauline Salomon de
Louis Lambert
The Vicar of Tours
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