Travels Through France And Italy - Tobias Smollett (diy ebook reader .TXT) 📗
- Author: Tobias Smollett
Book online «Travels Through France And Italy - Tobias Smollett (diy ebook reader .TXT) 📗». Author Tobias Smollett
Entertaining. There Are Some Knavish Practices Of This Kind, At
Which A Traveller Will Do Well To Shut His Eyes, For His Own Ease
And Convenience. He Will Be Lucky If He Has To Do With A Sensible
Knave, Like Joseph, Who Understood His Interest Too Well To Be
Guilty Of Very Flagrant Pieces Of Imposition.
A Man, Impatient To Be At His Journey's End, Will Find This A
Most Disagreeable Way Of Travelling. In Summer It Must Be Quite
Intolerable. The Mules Are Very Sure, But Very Slow. The Journey
Seldom Exceeds Eight Leagues, About Four And Twenty Miles A Day:
And As Those People Have Certain Fixed Stages, You Are Sometimes
Obliged To Rise In A Morning Before Day; A Circumstance Very
Grievous To Persons In Ill Health. These Inconveniences, However,
Were Over-Balanced By Other Agreemens. We No, Sooner Quitted
Lyons, Than We Got Into Summer Weather, And Travelling Through A
Most Romantic Country, Along The Banks Of The Rhone, Had
Opportunities (From The Slowness Of Our Pace) To Contemplate Its
Beauties At Leisure.
The Rapidity Of The Rhone Is, In A Great Measure, Owing To Its
Being Confined Within Steep Banks On Each Side. These Are Formed
Almost Through Its Whole Course, By A Double Chain Of Mountains,
Which Rise With All Abrupt Ascent From Both Banks Of The River.
The Mountains Are Covered With Vineyards, Interspersed With Small
Summer-Houses, And In Many Places They Are Crowned With Churches,
Chapels, And Convents, Which Add Greatly To The Romantic Beauty
Of The Prospect. The Highroad, As Far As Avignon, Lies Along The
Side Of The River, Which Runs Almost In A Straight Line, And
Affords Great Convenience For Inland Commerce. Travellers, Bound
To The Southern Parts Of France, Generally Embark In The
Diligence At Lyons, And Glide Down This River With Great
Velocity, Passing A Great Number Of Towns And Villages On Each
Side, Where They Find Ordinaries Every Day At Dinner And Supper.
Part 7 Letter 9 ( Montpellier, November 5, 1763.) Pg 105In Good Weather, There Is No Danger In This Method Of Travelling,
'Till You Come To The Pont St. Esprit, Where The Stream Runs
Through The Arches With Such Rapidity, That The Boat Is Sometimes
Overset. But Those Passengers Who Are Under Any Apprehension Are
Landed Above-Bridge, And Taken In Again, After The Boat Has
Passed, Just In The Same Manner As At London Bridge. The Boats
That Go Up The River Are Drawn Against The Stream By Oxen, Which
Swim Through One Of The Arches Of This Bridge, The Driver Sitting
Between The Horns Of The Foremost Beast. We Set Out From Lyons
Early On Monday Morning, And As A Robbery Had Been A Few Days
Before Committed In That Neighbourhood, I Ordered My Servant To
Load My Musquetoon With A Charge Of Eight Balls. By The Bye, This
Piece Did Not Fail To Attract The Curiosity And Admiration Of The
People In Every Place Through Which We Passed. The Carriage No
Sooner Halted, Than A Crowd Immediately Surrounded The Man To
View The Blunderbuss, Which They Dignified With The Title Of
Petit Canon. At Nuys In Burgundy, He Fired It In The Air, And The
Whole Mob Dispersed, And Scampered Off Like A Flock Of Sheep. In
Our Journey Hither, We Generally Set Out In A Morning At Eight
O'clock, And Travelled 'Till Noon, When The Mules Were Put Up And
Rested A Couple Of Hours. During This Halt, Joseph Went To
Dinner, And We Went To Breakfast, After Which We Ordered
Provision For Our Refreshment In The Coach, Which We Took About
Three Or Four In The Afternoon, Halting For That Purpose, By The
Side Of Some Transparent Brook, Which Afforded Excellent Water To
Mix With Our Wine. In This Country I Was Almost Poisoned With
Garlic, Which They Mix In Their Ragouts, And All Their Sauces;
Nay, The Smell Of It Perfumes The Very Chambers, As Well As Every
Person You Approach. I Was Also Very Sick Of Been Ficas, Grives,
Or Thrushes, And Other Little Birds, Which Are Served Up Twice A
Day At All Ordinaries On The Road. They Make Their Appearance In
Vine-Leaves, And Are Always Half Raw, In Which Condition The
French Choose To Eat Them, Rather Than Run The Risque Of Losing
The Juice By Over-Roasting.
The Peasants On The South Of France Are Poorly Clad, And Look As
If They Were Half-Starved, Diminutive, Swarthy, And Meagre; And
Yet The Common People Who Travel, Live Luxuriously On The Road.
Every Carrier And Mule-Driver Has Two Meals A Day, Consisting
Each Of A Couple Of Courses And A Dessert, With Tolerable Small
Wine. That Which Is Called Hermitage, And Grows In This Province
Of Dauphine, Is Sold On The Spot For Three Livres A Bottle. The
Common Draught, Which You Have At Meals In This Country, Is
Remarkably Strong, Though In Flavour Much Inferior To That Of
Burgundy. The Accommodation Is Tolerable, Though They Demand
(Even In This Cheap Country) The Exorbitant Price Of Four Livres
A Head For Every Meal, Of Those Who Choose To Eat In Their Own
Apartments. I Insisted, However, Upon Paying Them With Three,
Which They Received, Though Not Without Murmuring And Seeming
Discontented. In This Journey, We Found Plenty Of Good Mutton,
Pork, Poultry, And Game, Including The Red Partridge, Which Is
Near Twice As Big As The Partridge Of England. Their Hares Are
Part 7 Letter 9 ( Montpellier, November 5, 1763.) Pg 106Likewise Surprisingly Large And Juicy. We Saw Great Flocks Of
Black Turkeys Feeding In The Fields, But No Black Cattle; And
Milk Was So Scarce, That Sometimes We Were Obliged To Drink Our
Tea Without It.
One Day Perceiving A Meadow On The Side Of The Road, Full Of A
Flower Which I Took To Be The Crocus, I Desired My Servant To
Alight And Pull Some Of Them. He Delivered The Musquetoon To
Joseph, Who Began To Tamper With It, And Off It Went With A
Prodigious Report, Augmented By An Eccho From The Mountains That
Skirted The Road. The Mules Were So Frightened, That They Went
Off At The Gallop; And Joseph, For Some Minutes, Could Neither
Manage The Reins, Nor Open His Mouth. At Length He Recollected
Himself, And The Cattle Were Stopt, By The Assistance Of The
Servant, To Whom He Delivered The Musquetoon, With A Significant
Shake Of The Head. Then Alighting From The Box, He Examined The
Heads Of His Three Mules, And Kissed Each Of Them In His Turn.
Finding They Had Received No Damage,
He Came Up To The Coach, With A Pale Visage And Staring Eyes, And
Said It Was God's Mercy He Had Not Killed His Beasts. I Answered,
That It Was A Greater Mercy He Had Not Killed His Passengers; For
The Muzzle Of The Piece Might Have Been Directed Our Way As Well
As Any Other, And In That Case Joseph Might Have Been Hanged For
Murder. "I Had As Good Be Hanged (Said He) For Murder, As Be
Ruined By The Loss Of My Cattle." This Adventure Made Such An
Impression Upon Him, That He Recounted It To Every Person We Met;
Nor Would He Ever Touch The Blunderbuss From That Day. I Was
Often Diverted With The Conversation Of This Fellow, Who Was Very
Arch And Very Communicative. Every Afternoon, He Used To Stand
Upon The Foot-Board, At The Side Of The Coach, And Discourse With
Us An Hour Together. Passing By The Gibbet Of Valencia, Which
Stands Very Near The High-Road, We Saw One Body Hanging Quite
Naked, And Another Lying Broken On The Wheel. I Recollected, That
Mandrin Had Suffered In This Place, And Calling To Joseph To
Mount The Foot-Board, Asked If He Had Ever Seen That Famous
Adventurer. At Mention Of The Name Of Mandrin, The Tear Started
In Joseph's Eye, He Discharged A Deep Sigh, Or Rather Groan, And
Told Me He Was His Dear Friend. I Was A Little Startled At This
Declaration; However, I Concealed My Thoughts, And Began To Ask
Questions About The Character And Exploits Of A Man Who Had Made
Such Noise In The World.
He Told Me, Mandrin Was A Native Of Valencia, Of Mean Extraction:
That He Had Served As A Soldier In The Army, And Afterwards Acted
As Maltotier, Or Tax-Gatherer: That At Length He Turned
Contrebandier, Or Smuggler, And By His Superior Qualities, Raised
Himself To The Command Of A Formidable Gang, Consisting Of Five
Hundred Persons Well Armed With Carbines And Pistols. He Had
Fifty Horses For His Troopers, And Three Hundred Mules For The
Carriage Of His Merchandize. His Head-Quarters Were In Savoy: But
Part 7 Letter 9 ( Montpellier, November 5, 1763.) Pg 107He Made Incursions Into Dauphine, And Set The Marechaussee At
Defiance. He Maintained Several Bloody Skirmishes With These
Troopers, As Well As With Other Regular Detachments, And In All
Those Actions Signalized Himself By His Courage And Conduct.
Coming Up At One Time With Fifty Of The Marechaussee Who Were In
Quest Of Him, He Told Them Very Calmly, He Had Occasion For Their
Horses And Acoutrements, And Desired Them To Dismount. At That
Instant His Gang Appeared, And The Troopers Complied With His
Request, Without Making The Least Opposition. Joseph Said He Was
As Generous As He Was Brave, And Never Molested Travellers, Nor
Did The Least Injury To The Poor; But, On The Contrary, Relieved
Them Very Often. He Used To Oblige The Gentlemen In The Country
To Take His Merchandize, His Tobacco, Brandy, And Muslins, At His
Own Price; And, In The Same Manner, He Laid The Open Towns Under
Contribution. When He Had No Merchandize, He Borrowed Money Off
Them Upon The Credit Of What He Should Bring When He Was Better
Provided. He Was At Last Betrayed, By His Wench, To The Colonel
Of A French Regiment, Who Went With A Detachment In The Night To
The Place Where He Lay In Savoy, And Surprized Him In A Wood-House,
While His People Were Absent In Different Parts Of The
Country. For This Intrusion, The Court Of France Made An Apology
To The King Of Sardinia, In Whose Territories He Was Taken.
Mandrin Being Conveyed To Valencia, His Native Place, Was For
Some Time Permitted To Go Abroad, Under A Strong Guard, With
Chains Upon His Legs; And Here He Conversed Freely With All Sorts
Of People, Flattering Himself With The Hopes Of A Pardon, In
Which, However, He Was Disappointed. An Order Came From Court To
Bring Him To His Trial, When He Was Found Guilty, And Condemned
To Be Broke On The Wheel. Joseph Said
Comments (0)