FORT Galifet had been destroyed, our house was in ruins; it was useless
to linger there any longer, so that evening I returned to Cap. On my
arrival there I was seized with a severe fever. The effort that I had
made to overcome my despair had been too violent; the spring had been
bent too far and had snapped. Delirium came on. My broken hopes, my
profound love, my lost future, and, above all, the torments of jealousy,
made my brain reel.
It seemed as if fire flowed in my veins; my head seemed ready to burst,
and my bosom was filled with rage. I pictured to myself Marie in the
arms of another lover, subject to the power of a master, of a slave, of
Pierrot! They told me afterwards that I sprang from my bed, and that it
took six men to prevent me from dashing out my brains against the wall.
Why did I not die then?
The crisis, however, passed. The doctors, the care and attention of
Thaddeus, and the latent powers of youth, conquered the malady; would
that it had not done so. At the end of ten days I was sufficiently
recovered to lay aside grief, and to live for vengeance.
Hardly arrived at a state of convalescence, I went to M. de
Blanchelande, and asked for employment. At first he wished to give me
the command of some fortified post, but I begged him to attach me to one
of the flying columns, which from time to time were sent out to sweep
those districts in which the insurgents had congregated. Cap had been
hastily put in a position of defence, for the revolt had made terrible
progress, and the negroes of Port au Prince had begun to show symptoms
of disaffection. Biassou was in command of the insurgents at Lumbé,
Dondon, and Acul; Jean François had proclaimed himself generalissimo of
the rebels of Maribarou, and Bouckmann, whose tragic fate afterwards
gave him a certain celebrity, with his brigands ravaged the plains of
Limonade; and lastly, the bands of Morne-Rouge had elected for their
chief a negro called Bug-Jargal.
If report was to be believed, the disposition of this man contrasted
very favourably with the ferocity of the other chiefs. Whilst Bouckmann
and Biassou invented a thousand different methods of death for such
prisoners as fell into their hands, Bug-Jargal was always ready to
supply them with the means of quitting the island. M. Colas de Marjue,
and eight other distinguished colonists, were by his orders released
from the terrible death of the wheel to which Bouckmann had condemned
them, and many other instances of his humanity were cited, which I have
not time to repeat.
My hoped for vengeance, however, still appeared to be far removed. I
could hear nothing of Pierrot. The insurgents commanded by Biassou
continued to give us trouble at Cap; they had once even endeavoured to
take position on a hill that commanded the town, and had only been
dislodged by the battery from the citadel being directed upon them.
The Governor had therefore determined to drive them into the interior of
the island. The militia of Acul, of Lumbé, of Ouanaminte, and of
Maribarou, joined with the regiment of Cap, and the Red and Yellow
Dragoons, formed one army of attack; whilst the corps of volunteers
under the command of the merchant Poncignon, with the militia of Dondon
and Quartier-Dauphin, composed the garrison of the town.
The Governor desired first to free himself from Bug-Jargal, whose
incursions kept the garrison constantly on the alert, and he sent
against him the militia of Ouanaminte, and a battalion of the regiment
of Cap. Two days afterwards the expedition returned, having sustained a
severe defeat at the hands of Bug-Jargal. The Governor, however,
determined to persevere, and a fresh column was sent out with fifty of
the Yellow Dragoons and four hundred of the militia of Maribarou. This
second expedition met with even less success than the first. Thaddeus,
who had taken part in it, was in a violent fury, and upon his return
vowed vengeance against the rebel chief Bug-Jargal.
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A tear glistened in the eyes of D’Auverney; he crossed his arms on his
breast, and appeared to be for a few moments plunged in a melancholy
reverie. At length he continued.