Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 27, 2025
They did not offer each other of their casks, they simply cast sympathetic glances, seized with the unavowed desire to taste their neighbor's liquor, which might possibly be better. The inimical brothers, Tupain and Fouasse, were in close proximity all the evening without showing their fists. It was remarked, also, that Rouget and his wife drank from the same glass.
He made gestures as if to say that they would see. Then having fastened the "Baleine" to the yawl, he towed her back. And an unlooked-for spectacle stunned Coqueville. In the bottom of the bark, the three men Rouget, Delphin, Fouasse were beatifically stretched out on their backs, snoring, with fists clenched, dead drunk.
He understood, for at Grandport they, too, had received casks from the wreck of the English ship. All his wrath left him. What a touching and moral spectacle! Coqueville reconciled, the Mahés and the Floches sleeping together! With the last glass the deadliest enemies had embraced. Tupain and Fouasse lay there snoring, hand in hand, like brothers, incapable of coming to dispute a legacy.
"See!" said Margot, who had the best eyes of the coast, "it is Fouasse and Rouget who are rowing The little one is standing up in the bow." She called Delphin "the little one" so as not to mention his name. And from then on they followed the course of the bark, trying to account for her strange movements.
In the afternoon he came to see them, and he menaced God and the saints, cursing in abominable words. In the meanwhile, Rouget, Fouasse, and Del-phin kept on sleeping. They did not succeed in standing up until the dinner hour. They recollected nothing, they were conscious only of having been treated to something extraordinary, something which they did not understand.
All three of them, seated on blocks of stone, watched the tide come in, their backs rounded, their mouths clammy, half-asleep. But suddenly Delphin woke up; he jumped on to the stone, his eyes on the distance, crying: "Look, Boss, off there!" "What?" asked Rouget, who stretched his limbs. "A cask." Rouget and Fouasse were at once on their feet, their eyes gleaming, sweeping the horizon.
When there was nothing more left to drink, the Floches and the Mahés helped one another, carried one another, and ended by finding their beds again one way or another. On Saturday the fête lasted until nearly two o'clock in the morning. They had caught six casks, two of them enormous. Fouasse and Tupain almost fought. Tupain, who was wicked when drunk, talked of finishing his brother.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking