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Cheylard scrapes together halfpence for the darkened souls in Edinburgh; while Balquhidder and Dunrossness bemoan the ignorance of Rome. Thus, to the high entertainment of the angels, do we pelt each other with evangelists, like schoolboys bickering in the snow. The inn was again singularly unpretentious.
He beat his old hands like clappers in a mill, to think how lightly he had let me go; but when he heard of the man of Fouzilhac, anger and depression seized upon his mind. "This time, at least," said he, "there shall be no mistake." And he limped along, for he was very rheumatic, for about half a mile, and until I was almost within sight of Cheylard, the destination I had hunted for so long.
There was no direct road to Cheylard, and it was no easy affair to make a passage in this uneven country and through this intermittent labyrinth of tracks. It must have been about four when I struck Sagnerousse, and went on my way rejoicing in a sure point of departure.
He leaned against the doorpost, and heard me state my case. All I asked was a guide as far as Cheylard. "C'est que, voyez-vous, il fait noir," said he. I told him that was just my reason for requiring help. "I understand that," said he, looking uncomfortable; "mais c'est de la peine." I was willing to pay, I said. He shook his head. I rose as high as ten francs; but he continued to shake his head.
At the same time, the wind freshened into half a gale, and another heavy discharge of rain came flying up out of the north. At the other side of the wood I sighted some red windows in the dusk. This was the hamlet of Fouzilhic; three houses on a hillside, near a wood of birches. Here I found a delightful old man, who came a little way with me in the rain to put me safely on the road for Cheylard.
It was like the worst of the Scottish Highlands, only worse; cold, naked, and ignoble, scant of wood, scant of heather, scant of life. A road and some fences broke the unvarying waste, and the line of the road was marked by upright pillars, to serve in time of snow. Why any one should desire to visit either Luc or Cheylard is more than my much-inventing spirit can suppose.
'Name your own price, then, said I. 'Ce n'est pas ca, he said at length, and with evident difficulty; 'but I am not going to cross the door mais je ne sortirai pas de la porte. I grew a little warm, and asked him what he proposed that I should do. 'Where are you going beyond Cheylard? he asked by way of answer.
It was like the worst of the Scottish Highlands, only worse; cold, naked, and ignoble, scant of wood, scant of heather, scant of life. A road and some fences broke the unvarying waste, and the line of the road was marked by upright pillars, to serve in time of snow. Why any one should desire to visit either Luc or Cheylard is more than my much-inventing spirit can suppose.
He leaned against the doorpost, and heard me state my case. All I asked was a guide as far as Cheylard. 'C'est que, voyez-vous, il fait noir, said he. I told him that was just my reason for requiring help. 'I understand that, said he, looking uncomfortable; 'mais c'est de la peine. I was willing to pay, I said. He shook his head. I rose as high as ten francs; but he continued to shake his head.
Protestants and Catholics, and even those who worship stones, may know Him and be known by Him; for He has made all. Cheylard scrapes together halfpence or the darkened souls in Edinburgh; while Balquhidder and Dunrossness bemoans the ignorance of Rome. Thus, to the high entertainment of the angels, do we pelt each other with evangelists, like schoolboys bickering in the snow.
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