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Updated: May 14, 2025
In the old days it was easy enough to get food in the macquis. One could come down into the villages at night. But now it is different. It is a hard life there now, and one may easily die of starvation. There are many who, like Pietro Andrei, are friendly with the gendarmes." He finished with a gesture of supreme disgust, as if friendship with a gendarme were the basest of crimes.
She had even a good word to say for the Perseverance, which vessel had assuredly need of such, and said that the captain was a good French sailor, despite his grimy face. "This," she cried, "is better than your stuffy schoolroom!" And she stood up in the carriage to inhale the breeze that hummed through the macquis from the cool mountain-tops.
"Then keep close to the carriage," he answered. "Why?" But he only indicated the macquis with his whip, and made no further answer. Mademoiselle Brun said nothing, but presently, when the driver paused to rest the horses, she descended from the carriage and walked with Denise. It was nearly midday when they at last reached the summit of the pass.
"Ten years of macquis, winter and summer for one thing or another do not make a man soft. I was told the Abbe Susini told me that France wants every man she can get, so I thought I would try a little fighting." "Good," said Lory again. "You will find it very good fun." The man gave a twisted grin. He had forgotten how to laugh.
He had ridden in safety through one of the waste places of this province of France a canton wherein a few years ago a well-known bandit had forbidden the postal service, and that postal service was not and he knew enough to be aware that the mysterious messengers of the macquis had cleared the way before him.
Soon the road mounts above the level of the semi-tropical vegetation, and passes along the face of bare and stony heights, where the pines are small and the macquis no higher than a man's head. Denise, tired with so long a drive at a snail's pace, jumped from the carriage. "I will walk up this hill," she cried to the driver, who had never turned in his seat or spoken a word to them.
He gave an eager shout, quite forgetting that the count had never seen him in uniform, and would inevitably perceive the glint of his accoutrements in the sunlight. The instinct of the macquis was doubtless strong upon the fugitive, There are certain habits of thought acquired in a brief period of outlawry, which years of respectability can never efface.
"Voila!" said the abbe, "we are friends at last." "I have always known that you were mine," answered Lory. "Good. And now I have bad news for you. A friend's privilege, Monsieur le Comte." "Ah," said Lory, looking sharply at him. "Your father. I have found him and lost him again. I found him where I knew he would be, in the macquis, living the life that they live there, with perfect tranquillity.
And now de Vasselot could hear the Golo roaring in its rocky bed in the valley below. He knew that he was safe now, for he had merely to follow the river till it led him to the high-road at Ponte Alle Leccia. The country here was more fertile, and the track led through the thickest macquis.
The law-abiding natives, or such natives as the law has not found out, regard the denizens of the macquis with a tender pity not unmixed with respect. As often as not the bandit is a man with a real grievance, and the poor have a soft place in their hearts for a man with a grievance. And all Corsicans are poor.
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