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He shall be put on a milk diet for a month or two, so as to get his digestion into order again, and then I will take out a shooting license for him, and put him in Butifer's hands, and the two of them shall have some chamois-hunting. Give your son four or five months of out-door life, and you will not know him again, commandant! How delighted Butifer will be!
When you are in the right, at any rate you don't worry one's life out " "And how about Louise?" asked Benassis. Butifer paused and turned thoughtful. "Eh! learn to read and write, my lad," said Genestas; "come and enlist in my regiment, have a horse to ride, and turn carabineer.
The smuggler raised his head and looked at Genestas by way of acknowledging the compliment. "Butifer," continued Benassis, "if your conscience does not reproach you, it ought to do so.
If they once sound 'to horse' for something like a war, you will find out that Providence made you to live in the midst of cannon, bullets, and battalions, and they will make a general of you." "Ye-es, if Napoleon was back again," answered Butifer. "You know our agreement," said the doctor. "At the second infraction of it, you undertook to go for a soldier.
If France were invaded by a foreign foe, Butifer at the head of a hundred young fellows would keep a whole division busy in Maurienne for a month; but in a time of peace the only outlets for his energy are those which set the law at defiance. He must wrestle with something; whenever he is not risking his neck he is at odds with society, he lends a helping hand to smugglers.
I give you six months in which to learn to read and write, and then I will find some young gentleman who wants a substitute." Butifer looked at the mountains. "Oh! you shall not go to the Alps," cried Benassis. "A man like you, a man of his word, with plenty of good stuff in him, ought to serve his country and command a brigade, and not come to his end trailing after a chamois.
Thanks to our poor friend, you have almost grown into a man. I shall not forget your tutor here, Master Butifer." "Oh! colonel," entreated Butifer, "take me away from here and put me into your regiment. I cannot trust myself now that M. le Maire is gone. He wanted me to go for a soldier, didn't he? Well, then, I will do what he wished.
Butifer and Adrien followed them at a few paces distance. They went in the direction of the little lake, and as soon as they were clear of the town, the lieutenant-colonel saw on the mountain-side a large piece of waste land enclosed by walls. "That is the cemetery," the cure told him. "He is the first to be buried in it.
The next day Gondrin and Goguelat, and Butifer, with others, set to work to raise a sort of pyramid of earth, twenty feet high, above the spot where M. Benassis lies; it is being covered now with green sods, and every one is helping them. These things, dear father, have all happened in three days. "M. Dufau found M. Benassis' will lying open on the table where he used to write.
He carried his fowling-piece as if it had been a light walking-cane. Butifer was a young man of middle height, thin, muscular, and in good training; his beauty was of a masculine order, which impressed Genestas on a closer view. Evidently he belonged to the class of smugglers who ply their trade without resorting to violent courses, and who only exert patience and craft to defraud the government.
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