CONCLUSION
The combat was hardly over, when, toward eight o'clock, Marc Dives,
Gaspard, and about thirty mountaineers, laden with provisions, ascended
the Falkenstein. What a spectacle awaited them! The besieged,
stretched on the earth, appeared to be dead. It seemed useless to
shake them, to cry into their ears; "Jean-Claude! Catherine? Jerome!"
There came no reply. Gaspard Lefevre, seeing his mother and Louise
immovable, with clinched teeth, told Marc, that if they did not return
to life, he would blow out his brains with his gun. Marc replied that
each man must do as he liked; but for his part he should not do
likewise on Hexe-Baizel's account. At length old Colon, having laid
his burden down on a stone, Kasper Materne opened his eyes, and seeing
the provisions, his teeth began to chatter like those of a fox pursued
by the hounds.
They immediately understood the meaning of this symptom; and Marc
Dives, going from one to the other, passed his gourd under their noses,
which sufficed to bring them to. They wanted to drink its contents all
up at once; but Doctor Lorquin, notwithstanding his condition, had
still enough sense to warn Marc not to allow them to do so, and the
slightest action of choking would be fatal to them. Each one,
therefore, only received a morsel of bread, an egg, and a glass of
wine, which wonderfully revived their spirits; then Catherine, Louise,
and the others, were laid on sledges and were brought down to the
village.
It is impossible to describe the enthusiasm and joy of their friends
when they saw them return, leaner than Lazarus when he rose from his
grave. They gazed at one another, and embraced, and the process was
repeated on the arrival of every newcomer from Abreschwiller, Dagsburg,
St. Quirin, or elsewhere.
Marc Dives was obliged to relate more than twenty times the story of
his journey to Phalsbourg. The brave smuggler had had no luck. After
having miraculously escaped from the balls of the "kaiserlichs," he got
into the valley of Spartzprod, and fell into the midst of a band of
Cossacks, who ransacked him from top to toe. He had been compelled to
wander for two weeks around the Russian posts which surrounded the
town, exposed to the continual fire of their sentries, and running
endless risks of being taken as a spy, before being able to get into
the town. Then the commandant, Meunier, at first refused to give any
succor, assigning the weakness of his garrison as an excuse, and only
at the pressing petitions of the towns-folk at length consented to
detach two companies. Listening to his recital, the mountaineers gave
vent to their admiration of Marc's courage and perseverance in the
midst of danger.
"Well," replied the tall smuggler good-humoredly to those who thus
congratulated him, "I have only done my duty; could I have allowed my
comrades to perish? I well knew it would not be easy; those rascally
Cossacks are sharper than the customs' folks; they scent you a league
off like crows; but all the same, we have outwitted them."
Five or six days later everybody was on the alert; Captain Yidal, from
Phalsbourg, had left twenty-five men to guard the powder; Gaspard
Lefevre was of the number, and the sturdy fellow went down every
morning to the village. The allies had all passed into Lorraine, and
were no longer seen in Alsace, except around the fortresses. Soon
after came the news of the victories of Champ-Aubert and Montmirail;
but a great misfortune was at hand; for the allies, notwithstanding the
heroism of our army and the genius of the Emperor, entered Paris.
It was a terrible shock to Jean-Claude and Catherine, Materne, Jerome
and all the mountaineers; but the history of these events does not
belong to this tale. It has already been related by others.
Peace having been made, the farm of Bois-de-Chenes was rebuilt in the
spring; the wood-cutters, the shoemakers, masons, wood-floaters, and
all the workmen of the district, lent a hand in the work.
Toward the same time, the army having been disbanded, Gaspard cut off
his mustaches and his marriage with Louise took place.
On the day of the wedding all the combatants of the Falkenstein and
Donon came to the farm, where they were received with open doors and
windows. Each brought his present to the newly married pair; Jerome,
small shoes for Louise; Materne and his sons, a black cock, the most
loving of birds, as all know; and Dives, packets of smuggled tobacco
for Gaspard; and Doctor Lorquin a fine set of baby-linen. Tables were
spread out, even in the granaries and sheds. How much wine, bread,
meat, and tarts was consumed I cannot say; but what I am sure of is,
that Jean-Claude, who had been low-spirited ever since the entry of the
allies into Paris, revived on that day, and sang the old song of his
youth as cheerfully as when he shouldered his gun and set out for
Valmy, Jemmapes, and Fleurus. The echoes of the Falkenstein repeated
in the distance that old patriotic song; the grandest and noblest that
has ever been heard by man. Catherine Lefevre kept time on the table
with the handle of her knife; and if it be true, as many say, that the
dead come to listen when they are spoken of, our departed friends must
have been happy, and "The King of Diamonds" have fumed in his red beard.
Toward midnight, Hullin arose, and addressing the newly married pair,
said: "You will have fine children; I will jump them on my knees, I
will teach them my old song, and then I shall go to rejoin my old
comrades!"
So saying he embraced Louise, and arm in arm with Marc Dives and
Jerome, descended to his cottage, followed by the rest, who sang
together the fine old song. A more beautiful night was never seen:
numberless stars shone out in the dark blue sky; the shrubs on the
hill-side, where so many brave fellows had found a grave, quivered
slightly in the breeze. Every one felt happy and softened; they shook
hands on the threshold of the small house, and wished each other
"good-night," and departed, to the right and to the left, to their
different villages.
"Good-night, Materne, Jerome, Dives, Piorette--good-night!" cried
Jean-Claude.
His old friends turned back, waving their hats, and said to themselves:
"There are some days when one is very happy on the earth. Ah, if there
were never any plagues, or wars, or famines; if men would but agree to
love and help each other; if they would but live in peace together,
what a paradise this world would be!"