whole story. Races who have no wants are always poor. When I first
came to live here in this
township, there were about a hundred and
thirty
peasant families in it, and some two hundred hearths in the
valley. The local authorities were such as might be expected in the
prevailing
wretchedness of the population. The mayor himself could not
write, and the deputy-mayor was a small farmer, who lived beyond the
limits of the Commune. The justice of the peace was a poor devil who
had nothing but his salary, and who was forced to
relinquish the
registration of births, marriages, and deaths to his clerk, another
hapless
wretch who was scarcely able to understand his duties. The old
cure had died at the age of seventy, and his curate, a quite
uneducated man, had just succeeded to his position. These people
comprised all the
intelligence of the district over which they ruled.
"Those who dwelt
amidst these lovely natural surroundings groveled in
squalor and lived upon potatoes, milk, butter, and
cheese. The only
produce that brought in any money was the
cheese, which most of them
carried in small baskets to Grenoble or its
outskirts. The richer or
the more
energetic among them sowed
buckwheat for home consumption;
sometimes they raised a crop of
barley or oats, but wheat was unknown.
The only
trader in the place was the mayor, who owned a
sawmill and
bought up
timber at a low price to sell again. In the
absence of
roads, his tree trunks had to be transported during the summer season;
each log was dragged along one at a time, and with no small
difficulty, by means of a chain attached to a
halter about his horse's
neck, and an iron hook at the farther end of the chain, which was
driven into the wood. Any one who went to Grenoble, whether on
horseback or afoot, was obliged to follow a track high up on the
mountain side, for the
valley was quite impassable. The pretty road
between this place and the first village that you reach as you come
into the
canton (the way along which you must have come) was nothing
but a slough at all seasons of the year.
"Political events and revolutions had never reached this inaccessible
country--it lay completely beyond the limits of social stir and
change. Napoleon's name, and his alone, had penetrated
hither; he is
held in great veneration, thanks to one or two old soldiers who have
returned to their native homes, and who of evenings tell marvelous
tales about his adventures and his armies for the benefit of these
simple folk. Their coming back is,
moreover, a
puzzle that no one can
explain. Before I came here, the young men who went into the army all
stayed in it for good. This fact in itself is a sufficient
revelationof the
wretched condition of the country. I need not give you a
detailed
description of it.
"This, then, was the state of things when I first came to the
canton,
which has several
contented, well-tilled, and fairly prosperous
communes belonging to it upon the other side of the mountains. I will
say nothing about the hovels in the town; they were neither more nor
less than stables, in which men and animals were indiscriminately
huddled together. As there was no inn in the place, I was obliged to
ask the curate for a bed, he being in possession, for the time being,
of this house, then offered for sale. Putting to him question after
question, I came to have some slight knowledge of the lamentable
condition of the country with the pleasant
climate, the
fertile soil,
and the natural productiveness that had impressed me so much.
"At that time, sir, I was seeking to shape a future for myself that
should be as little as possible like the troubled life that had left
me weary; and one of those thoughts came into my mind that God gives
us at times, to
enable us to take up our burdens and bear them. I
resolved to develop all the resources of this country, just as a tutor
develops the capacities of a child. Do not think too much of my
benevolence; the pressing need that I felt for turning my thoughts
into fresh channels entered too much into my motives. I had determined
to give up the
remainder of my life to some difficult task. A lifetime
would be required to bring about the needful changes in a
canton that
Nature had made so
wealthy, and man so poor; and I was tempted by the
practical difficulties that stood in the way. As soon as I found that
I could secure the cure's house and plenty of waste land at a small
cost, I
solemnlydevoted myself to the
calling of a country surgeon--
the very last position that a man aspires to take. I determined to
become the friend of the poor, and to expect no
reward of any kind
from them. Oh! I did not
indulge in any illusions as to the nature of
the country people, nor as to the hindrances that lie in the way of
every attempt to bring about a better state of things among men or