It was about six. Tired, I was lying down in the drawing-room, when all of a sudden a gun-shot resounded in the air, and directly after followed sharp firing. At a bound I was up in the attic, at another I flew to the garret window. Like a gargoyle stretched out on the edge of the roof, I scanned the horizon. Northward a light puff of smoke vanished in the upper branches of the poplar trees. Nothing was to be heard; but I beheld the confused flight of all creatures that were out in the fields.
A man standing in a car lashed his bewildered horse with all his might; fowls and even pigeons hurried away to poultry-yard and dovecot.
What had happened? I hastened down. The house was empty. I jumped out of the window. At the corner of the street I caught sight of Genevieve. I ran after her as fast as I could; we met at the cross-road, where a crowd had gathered.
"What is the matter?" A patrol.... An English patrol.
We cast a look at the field-grey backs which rode away on big horses.
English? it may be!
"But at what did they fire?"
"It was a signal."
"No, they have shot carrier-pigeons."
"You are mistaken, they have arrested a spy."
In fact they had taken away a French soldier, bareheaded, who looked about him with a profoundly ironical air.
"Oh," murmured the crowd, "it was easy to see he was a spy; he seemed to laugh at us."
He was laughing at you! I am sure he was, the poor man! English soldiers! English soldiers! Oh, you blind of one, of two eyes, threefold idiots, how foolish you have been! They were twelve in number, and the village was armed, and the men were there, and Prussians in flesh and bone, as quiet as can be, took the high road to Laon!
We, quiet too, came back home. There now! We had had our warning! Our hearts were still throbbing violently, but all the same we plucked up courage again.
"The English keep watch and ward!"
Each one laughed at his friends" fright. We thought particularly ridiculous the att.i.tude of one of our neighbours, Marthe Tournillart, a tall young woman, ruddy-cheeked and dark-haired, who at the first shot had rushed headlong on her overloaded barrow. Resolutely she laid hold of it, and with her two children hanging on to her skirts, fled away bewildered but energetic, she knew not where; but she fled straight into the hottest of the fight, had one taken place.
Nevertheless the pa.s.sage of the patrol was looked upon as suspicious.
"We put no trust in this lump of flour," the peasants thought, like La Fontaine"s mice. "If we hear the guns now, it is the right moment for flight."
Yvonne ran to M. Laserbe. When and how were we to go? The messenger came back struck with dismay. Laserbe refused to take charge of us! The traitor! And he had pledged his word! He alleged he had no places left.
Well, what were we to do? Whither could we turn? Could we go on foot?
To-night?
Mme. Valaine hesitated. She thought it dangerous in this troubled time to run away by night through woods and fields.
"We will see what to-morrow brings," she said.
"Mother, to-morrow may be too late," retorted Antoinette.
"The first thing to do," said I, "is to have supper. There is a soup on the table which will give you wings."
It was about nine. Hazardous times do not improve punctuality. We sat down to table, and had hardly enjoyed a few mouthfuls of the soup I had boasted of, when hasty steps resounded in the street; we heard a knock at the shutter. We rushed forward.
"The Prussians are coming," whispered one of our neighbours. "They are ten miles away. They have been seen on their way to Morny. French officers have been to the Mayor"s, and have pulled down the flag. Every one is going. Good-bye; we won"t lose time...."
I am going, you are going, we are going. Go on, oh flock of sheep!
Our own house is greatly alarmed. Mme. Valaine does not know which way to turn. "Make haste, we must go at once. Get our things ready."
Thinking Laserbe would take us, we had packed up just what was necessary, and what was necessary meant thirteen bags. We must discard them. Feverishly we unpacked and abandoned the heavy bags; bundles would do. A little linen, one or two light dresses, cloaks, shawls, a basket filled with food, and we were quite ready. Had I not early in the morning buried in the depths of the garden a sealed-up gla.s.s jar full of jewels? And with the gold pieces my mother-in-law had brought from Paris, had I not made a band I wore around my waist? We were ready, no doubt of it.
We did not know what to do with the bags we were bound to abandon. We dragged them upstairs to a loft next my bedroom, thrust them into it all topsy-turvy, and hurriedly heaped up big logs at the entrance.
Everything was in order; the dogs were on their chains; we had but to go.
Here we are in the street, all doors shut, and off we go. We wait one minute to calm our hearts and to drop a tear.
Dear little house, white walls, virginia creepers, when shall we meet again? And what will you look like? Let us begone! It is time for action, not for regret.
Our neighbours next door, the couple Tillard, were putting the donkey in their cart all ready for flight.
I have read somewhere that people should help one another in misfortune, and so I blurted out: "Oh, M. Tillard, I suppose you are driving to "the mountains." We are going too. Would you kindly take one of our parcels with you?" At a loss what to answer, Tillard muttered between his teeth:
"Hum! already loaded.... Don"t know which way...."
That is enough. "Thank you.... I understand." Another pause, this time at M. Lonet"s, my mother-in-law"s brother. Stern-faced, with knotted brows, our uncle refuses to go. Not he! He is fonder of his house, of his gardens, than of anything, and the Germans cannot scare him away. He bends on our caravan a glance of mingled scorn and pity, and, on going out, Genevieve whispered in my ear as a last protest:
"He is not a coward."
If fear could not enter M. Lonet"s heart, it reigned in the village. The whole place was deserted, and we were among the last to go. Here and there a flickering light showed that hasty preparations were still being made in a few houses. Terror oozed from the closed shutters, hostile to the expected foe, and from the doors, which presently the dwellers would half open, to sneak away. At the end of the village, in a yard, a lantern moved to and fro, a horse was harnessed, people hurried up and down.
"Lucky rogues," Colette cried out, "who possess a cart!"
That is true. Our bundles already seemed heavy to bear. But, full of courage, we went on, left the high road, crossed Cerny-les-Bucy, dead, empty, mute. Another struggle and we were in the open country. Thus we marched on--a strange little train, six women, attended by a small boy and two dogs--silent, with heavy hearts, and then a voice complained:
"It is so heavy."
Yvonne had taken charge of the dogs, and had perhaps the hardest work, for these animals, as soon as they are out of doors, pull on their chain, until they almost tear out your fingers.
The road was deserted. n.o.body in front of us, n.o.body behind. We were safe from attack. We decided to rest awhile. Halt! We gathered our luggage into the middle of the road, and sat down in a ditch.
Speechless, we looked at and listened to the night.
I shall never forget the night of our flight, as I watched it in that meadow. Silvery night studded with stars, lit up by the moon, warm and sweet and so quiet! Fields and meadows, bathed in moonlight, stretched on all sides. Southward a wood showed like a shadow, and from the damp meadows rose a mist, which followed the brook. You might have said that large puffs of cotton wool hung in the air upon invisible threads, above which emerged the tops of pollarded willows. Not a sound was heard. Only far away a carriage rattled, or a dog barked; and close about us the crickets sang their shrill song. A G.o.d-like presence filled the world, and the serenity of inanimate things contrasted sharply with the mad fear of men which swept us away. On this same night, uniformly kind to all, whole armies marched, dreaming of death and destruction, while thousands of wayworn fugitives wandered on towards uncertainty, misery, despair.
Boom, boom! Two formidable detonations from the fort of Laniscourt shook the air, and aroused us from the torpor which crept over us. Was it a signal? We did not know. We went on. Go, take up your burden again, hasten, the way is long. We went on, but slowly; we were tired, and baggage always r.e.t.a.r.ds the advance of an army. Poor snails that we were!
The flood was approaching; it had driven us away; and if in our unreasoning prudence we resembled snails, we had not the good luck to carry a house with us. What shelter should we get? Where should we lay our tired heads? We advanced anyhow, our ears p.r.i.c.ked, our eyes on the look-out. An alarm! This shadow on the road, which moves on...! black, apocalyptical, it pa.s.sed by, and greeted us without astonishment:
"Good-night, ladies; a beautiful night, isn"t it?"
We recognised old Lole, a well-known beggar, bent with age, loaded with a wallet full to the brim. Another shadow, a white one this time, crossed our path a few steps farther on; it was a small dog, which did not stop, but hurried on his way to Morny. The times were hard for dogs too.
"And then, look behind that stack--two, three, five dark forms ... they are people, aren"t they?" But, still more afraid than we, they hid themselves, and we pa.s.sed on triumphantly. Without striking a blow, we crossed the woods, and got to the fields again. On approaching Mons-en-Laonnois we heard eleven strike. The silvery sound of the bell seemed to drop from a very high tower, from the starry sky, perhaps.
Here we made a feeble and vain attempt to get a carriage. No one in the streets; the very garret windows were shut up, the doors barricaded. At the end of the village, we halted. We were hungry, for the good reason that we had left on the supper-table the creamy milk and crusty cake, which were to end our frugal meal. But we had taken with us a few savoury chicken _pates_, which my prudent mother-in-law had made the day before. We cut slices of bread and b.u.t.ter, and, sitting by the wayside, made an excellent meal. We were gay, but our gaiety was fict.i.tious. We laughed at a light anxiously flickering behind a shutter. It seemed a prey to nameless terror, and, conscious of our own courage, we made merry over it. The poor thing surely believed a German patrol was feasting at the gate!
Two hours after, we got to Vaucelles, then to Royaucourt. We were tired to death, and made up our minds to seek shelter. All the barns were full of refugees, all the yards were enc.u.mbered with refugees" horses, all the streets were crowded with refugees" vehicles. We too were refugees now.
"Will there be any room for us," we wondered, "no matter where, so long as we can rest?" We stopped in front of Mlle. Honorine"s inn: "Good accommodation for man and beast." It was just what we wanted. We gave a knock at the door.