CHAPTER LV. THE FOUR-IN-HAND

My old friend, save in the deeper brown upon his cheek and some scars

from French sabres, was nothing altered from the hour in which we

parted; the same bold, generous temperament, the same blending of

recklessness and deep feeling, the wild spirit of adventure, and the

gentle tenderness of a child were all mixed up in his complex nature,

for he was every inch an Irishman. While the breast of his uniform

glittered with many a cross and decoration, he scarcely ever alluded to

his own feats in the campaign; nor did he more than passingly mention

the actions where his own conduct had been most conspicuous. Indeed,

there was a reserve in his whole manner while speaking of the Peninsular

battles which I soon discovered proceeded from delicacy towards me,

knowing how little I had seen of service owing to my imprisonment, and

fearing lest in the detail of the glorious career of our armies he might

be inflicting fresh wounds on one whose fortune forbade him to share

in it. He often asked me about my father, and seemed to feel deeply the

kindness he had received from him when in London. Of my mother, too, he

sometimes spoke, but never even alluded to Lady Julia; and when once I

spoke of her as the protector of Corny, he fidgeted for a second or two,

seemed uneasy and uncomfortable, and gave me the impression that he felt

sorry to be reduced to accept a favour for his servant, where he himself

had been treated with coldness and distance.

Apart from this--and it was a topic we mutually avoided--O'Grady's

spirits were as high as ever. Mixing much with the officers of his

corps, he was actually beloved by them. He joined in all their schemes

of pleasure and amusement with the zest of his own buoyant nature; and

the youngest cornet in the regiment felt himself the Colonel's inferior

in the gaiety of the mess as much as at the head of the squadrons.

At the end of a few days I received from Paris the papers necessary

to relieve me from the restraint of my parole, and was concerting

with O'Grady the steps necessary to be taken to resume my rank in the

service, when an incident occurred which altered all our plans for the

moment, and, by one of those strange casualties which so often occur in

life, gave a new current to my own fate for ever.

I should mention here, that, amid all the rejoicings which ushered in

the restoration, amid all the flattery by which the allied armies were

received, one portion of the royalists maintained a dogged, ungenial

spirit towards the men by whom their cause was rendered victorious,

and never forgave them the honour of reviving a dynasty to which they

themselves had contributed nothing. These were the old _militaires_ of

Louis xviii.--the men who, too proud or too good-for-nothing to accept

service under the Emperor, had lain dormant during the glorious

career of the French armies, and who now, in their hour of defeat and

adversity, started into life as the representatives of the military

genius of the country. These men, I say, hated the English with a

vindictive animosity which the old Napoleonists could not equal. Without

the generous rivalry of an open foe, they felt themselves humbled by

comparison with the soldiers whose weather-beaten faces and shattered

limbs bore token of a hundred battles, and for the very cause, too, for

which they themselves were the most interested. This ungenerous spirit

found vent for itself in a thousand petty annoyances, which were

practised upon our troops in every town and village of the north of

France; and every officer whose billet consigned him to the house of

a royalist soldier would gladly have exchanged his quarters for the

companionship of the most inveterate follower of Napoleon. To an

instance of what I have mentioned was owing the incident which I am

about to relate.

To relieve the ennui of a French village, the officers of the Eighteenth

had, with wonderful expenditure of skill and labour, succeeded in

getting up a four-in-hand drag, which, to the astonishment and wonder

of the natives, was seen daily wending its course through the devious

alleys and narrow streets of the little town, the roof covered with

dashing dragoons, whose laughing faces and loud-sounding bugles were

all deemed so many direct insults by the ill-conditioned section I have

mentioned. The unequivocal evidences of dislike they exhibited to this

dashing 'turn-out' formed, I believe, one of its great attractions to

the Eighteenth, who never omitted an occasion, whatever the state of the

weather, to issue forth every day, with all the noise and uproar they

could muster.

At last, however, the old _commissaire de police_, whose indignation

at the proceeding knew no bounds, devised an admirable expedient for

annoying our fellows--one which, supported as it was by the law of the

country, there was no possibility of evading. This was to demand the

passport of every officer who passed the _barrière_, thus necessitating

him to get down from the roof of the coach, present his papers, and have

them carefully conned and scrutinised, their _visés_ looked into, and

all sorts of questions propounded.

When it is understood that the only drive led through one or other of

these barriers, it may be imagined how provoking and vexatious such a

course of proceeding became. Representations were made to the mayor

ever and anon, explaining that the passports once produced no further

inconvenience should be incurred; but all to no purpose. Any one who

knows France will acknowledge how totally inadequate a common-sense

argument is in the decision of a question before a government

functionary. The mayor, too, was a royalist, and the matter was decided

against us.

Argument and reason having failed, the gallant Eighteenth came to

the resolution to try force; and accordingly it was decided that next

morning we should charge the _barrière_ in full gallop, as it was

rightly conjectured that no French employé would feel disposed to

encounter the rush of a four-in-hand, even with the law on his side. To

render the _coup de main_ more brilliant, and perhaps, too, to give an

air of plausibility to the infraction, four dashing thoroughbred

light chestnuts--two of the number having never felt a collar in their

lives--were harnessed for the occasion. A strong force of the wildest

spirits of the regiment took their places on the roof; and amid a cheer

that actually made the street ring, and a tantarara from the trumpets,

the equipage dashed through the town, the leaders bounding with the

swingle-bars every moment over their backs. Away we went, the populace

flying in terror on every side, and every eye turned towards the

_barrière_, where the dignified official stood, in the calm repose of

his station, as if daring us to transgress his frontier. Already had he

stepped forward with his accustomed question. The words, 'Messieurs,

je vous demande,' had just escaped his lips, when he had barely time

to spring into his den as the furious leaders tore past, the pavement

crashing beneath their hoofs, and shouts of laughter mingling with the

uproar.

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Having driven for a league or so at a slow pace, to breathe our cattle,

we turned homewards, rejoicing in the success of our scheme, which had

fully satisfied our expectations. What was our chagrin, however, as

we neared the _barrière_, to discover that a strong force of mounted

gendarmes stopped the way, their drawn sabres giving us plainly to

understand the fate that awaited our horses if we persisted in our plan!

What was to be done? To force a passage under the circumstances was only

to give an opportunity to the gendarmerie they were long anxious for, to

cut our whole equipage in pieces. To yield was the only alternative; but

what an alternative!--to be laughed at by the whole town on the very day

of our victory!

'I have it!' said O'Grady, who sat on the box beside the driver--'I have

it, lads! Pull up when they tell you, and do as they direct.'

With some difficulty the four dashing nags were reined in as we came up

to the _barrière_; and the commissaire, bursting with passion, appeared

at the door of the lodge, and directed us to get down.

'Your passports will avail little on the present occasion,' said he

insolently, as we produced our papers. 'Your carriage and horses

are confiscated. St. Omer has now privilege as a fortified town. The

fortresses of France enforce a penalty of forty thousand francs----'

A burst of laughter from the bystanders at our rueful faces prevented us

hearing the remainder of the explanation. Meanwhile, to our horror

and disgust, some half-dozen gendarmes, with their long caps and heavy

boots, were crawling up the sides of the drag, and taking their seats

upon the top. Some crept into the interior, and showed their grinning

faces at the windows; others mounted into the rumble; and two more

aspiring spirits ascended to the box, by one of whom O'Grady was rudely

ordered to get down, a summons enforced by the commissaire himself in

a tone of considerable insolence. O'Grady's face for a minute or two

seemed working with a secret impulse of fun and devilment which I

could not account for at such a moment, as he asked, in a voice of much

humility--

'Does Monsieur the Commissaire require me to come down?'

'Instantly,' roared the Frenchman, whose passion was now boiling over.

'In that case, gentlemen, take charge of the team.' So saying, he handed

the reins to the passive gendarmes, who took them, without well knowing

why. 'I have only a piece of advice,' continued Phil, as he slowly

descended the side--'keep a steady hand on the near-side leader, and

don't let the bar strike her; and now, good-bye.'

He flourished his four-in-hand whip as he spoke, and with one tremendous

cut came down on the team, from leader to wheeler, accompanying the

stroke with a yell there was no mistaking. The heavy carriage bounded

from the earth as the infuriated cattle broke away at full gallop. A

narrow street and a sharp angle lay straight in front; but few of those

on the drag waited for the turn, as at every step some bearskin shako

shot into the air, followed by a tall figure, whose heavy boots seemed

ill-adapted for flying in. The corporal himself had abandoned the reins,

and held on manfully by the rail of the box. On every side they fell,

in every attitude of distress. But already the leaders had reached the

corner; round went the swingle-bars, the wheelers followed, the coach

rocked to one side, sprang clean off the pavement, came down with a

crash, and then fell right over, while the maddened horses, breaking

away, dashed through the town, the harness in fragments behind them, and

the pavement flying at every step.

The immediate consequences of this affair were some severe bruises,

and no small discouragement to the gendarmerie of St. Omer; the

remoter ones, an appeal from the municipal authorities to the

Commander-in-chief, by whom the matter was referred for examination

to the Adjutant-General. O'Grady was accordingly summoned to Paris

to explain, if he could, his conduct in the matter. The order for his

appearance there came down at once, and I, having nothing to detain me

at St. Omer, resolved to accompany my friend for a few days at least,

before I returned to England. Our arrangements were easily made; and the

same night we received the Adjutant-General's letter we started by post

for Paris.

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