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With an eye for the grotesque, he had formed a company of jovial blades, called Kalathumpians, after the manner of the mimes of old times in his beloved Dauphiny. "All right, all right," he said, when Lagroin, in the half-lighted blacksmith shop, asked him to swear allegiance and service. "'Brigadier, vous avez raison," he added, quoting a well-known song. Then he hummed a little and coughed.
After this semi-religious procession, evening brought the march of Garotte's Kalathumpians. They were carried on three long drays, each drawn by four horses, half of them white, half black. They were an outlandish crew of comedians, dressed after no pattern, save the absurd- clowns, satyrs, kings, soldiers, imps, barbarians.
With an eye for the grotesque, he had formed a company of jovial blades, called Kalathumpians, after the manner of the mimes of old times in his beloved Dauphiny. "All right, all right," he said, when Lagroin, in the half-lighted blacksmith shop, asked him to swear allegiance and service. "'Brigadier, vous avez raison," he added, quoting a well-known song. Then he hummed a little and coughed.
He followed this extraordinary speech with a plan for making an ingenious coup for Valmond, when his Kalathumpians should parade the streets on the evening of St. John the Baptist's Day. With hands clasped the new recruits sang: "When from the war we come, Allons gai!
Suddenly the Kalathumpians quieted where they stood, for the voice of their leader, a sort of fat King of Yvetot, cried out: "See there, my noisy children!" It was the inventive lime-burner who spoke. "What come you here for, my rollicking blades?" "We are a long way from home; we are looking for our brother, your Majesty," they cried in chorus. "Ha, ha! What is your brother like, jolly dogs?"
Suddenly the Kalathumpians quieted where they stood, for the voice of their leader, a sort of fat King of Yvetot, cried out: "See there, my noisy children!" It was the inventive lime-burner who spoke. "What come you here for, my rollicking blades?" "We are a long way from home; we are looking for our brother, your Majesty," they cried in chorus. "Ha, ha! What is your brother like, jolly dogs?"
He followed this extraordinary speech with a plan for making an ingenious coup for Valmond, when his Kalathumpians should parade the streets on the evening of St. John the Baptist's Day. With hands clasped the new recruits sang: "When from the war we come, Allons gai!
After this semi-religious procession, evening brought the march of Garotte's Kalathumpians. They were carried on three long drays, each drawn by four horses, half of them white, half black. They were an outlandish crew of comedians, dressed after no pattern, save the absurd-clowns, satyrs, kings, soldiers, imps, barbarians.
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