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第31章 How the Brigadier Triumphed in England(1)

I have told you, my friends, how I triumphed over the English at the fox-hunt when I pursued the animal so fiercely that even the herd of trained dogs was unable to keep up, and alone with my own hand I put him to the sword.Perhaps I have said too much of the matter, but there is a thrill in the triumphs of sport which even warfare cannot give, for in warfare you share your successes with your regiment and your army, but in sport it is you yourself unaided who have won the laurels.It is an advantage which the English have over us that in all classes they take great interest in every form of sport.It may be that they are richer than we, or it may be that they are more idle: but I was surprised when I was a prisoner in that country to observe how widespread was this feeling, and how much it filled the minds and the lives of the people.A horse that will run, a cock that will fight, a dog that will kill rats, a man that will box--they would turn away from the Emperor in all his glory in order to look upon any of these.

I could tell you many stories of English sport, for I saw much of it during the time that I was the guest of Lord Rufton, after the order for my exchange had come to England.There were months before I could be sent back to France, and during this time I stayed with this good Lord Rufton at his beautiful house of High Combe, which is at the northern end of Dartmoor.He had ridden with the police when they had pursued me from Princetown, and he had felt toward me when I was overtaken as I would myself have felt had I, in my own country, seen a brave and debonair soldier without a friend to help him.In a word, he took me to his house, clad me, fed me, and treated me as if he had been my brother.I will say this of the English, that they were always generous enemies, and very good people with whom to fight.

In the Peninsula the Spanish outposts would present their muskets at ours, but the British their brandy-flasks.And of all these generous men there was none who was the equal of this admirable milord, who held outso warm a hand to an enemy in distress.

Ah! what thoughts of sport it brings back to me, the very name of High Combe! I can see it now, the long, low brick house, warm and ruddy, with white plaster pillars before the door.He was a great sportsman, this Lord Rufton, and all who were about him were of the same sort.But you will be pleased to hear that there were few things in which I could not hold my own, and in some I excelled.Behind the house was a wood in which pheasants were reared, and it was Lord Rufton's joy to kill these birds, which was done by sending in men to drive them out while he and his friends stood outside and shot them as they passed.For my part, I was more crafty, for I studied the habits of the bird, and stealing out in the evening I was able to kill a number of them as they roosted in the trees.Hardly a single shot was wasted, but the keeper was attracted by the sound of the firing, and he implored me in his rough English fashion to spare those that were left.That night I was able to place twelve birds as a surprise upon Lord Rufton's supper- table, and he laughed until he cried, so overjoyed was he to see them."Gad, Gerard, you'll be the death of me yet!" he cried.Often he said the same thing, for at every turn I amazed him by the way in which I entered into the sports of the English.

There is a game called cricket which they play in the summer, and this also I learned.Rudd, the head gardener, was a famous player of cricket, and so was Lord Rufton himself.Before the house was a lawn, and here it was that Rudd taught me the game.It is a brave pastime, a game for soldiers, for each tries to strike the other with the ball, and it is but a small stick with which you may ward it off.Three sticks behind show the spot beyond which you may not retreat.I can tell you that it is no game for children, and I will confess that, in spite of my nine campaigns, I felt myself turn pale when first the ball flashed past me.So swift was it that I had not time to raise my stick to ward it off, but by good fortune it missed me and knocked down the wooden pins which marked the boundary.It was for Rudd then to defend himself and for me to attack.When I was a boy in Gascony I learned to throw both far and straight, so that I made sure that I could hit this gallant Englishman.

With a shout I rushed forward and hurled the ball at him.It flew asswift as a bullet toward his ribs, but without a word he swung his staff and the ball rose a surprising distance in the air.Lord Rufton clapped his hands and cheered.Again the ball was brought to me, and again it was for me to throw.This time it flew past his head, and it seemed to me that it was his turn to look pale.

But he was a brave man, this gardener, and again he faced me.Ah, my friends, the hour of my triumph had come! It was a red waistcoat that he wore, and at this I hurled the ball.You would have said that I was a gunner, not a hussar, for never was so straight an aim.With a despairing cry--the cry of the brave man who is beaten --he fell upon the wooden pegs behind him, and they all rolled upon the ground together.He was cruel, this English milord, and he laughed so that he could not come to the aid of his servant.It was for me, the victor, to rush forward to embrace this intrepid player, and to raise him to his feet with words of praise, and encouragement, and hope.He was in pain and could not stand erect, yet the honest fellow confessed that there was no accident in my victory."He did it a-purpose!He did it a-purpose!"Again and again he said it.Yes, it is a great game this cricket, and I would gladly have ventured upon it again but Lord Rufton and Rudd said that it was late in the season, and so they would play no more.

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