The Cross of Berny eBook

Émile de Girardin
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 347 pages of information about The Cross of Berny.

The Cross of Berny eBook

Émile de Girardin
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 347 pages of information about The Cross of Berny.

What do you pale effeminate young men know of jealousy?  Is not your professor of jealousy the actor who dashes about on the stage with a paste-board sword?

I have studied the monster under other masters; tigers have taught me how to manage this passion.

Dear Edgar, once night overtook us amidst the ruins of the fort that formerly defended the mouth of the river Caveri in Bengal.  It was a dark night illumined by a single star like the lamp of the subterranean temple of Elephanta.  But this lone star was sufficient to throw light upon the formidable duel that took place before us upon the sloping bank of the ruined fort.

It was the season of love ... how sweet is the sound of these words!

A tawny monster with black spots, belonging to the fair sex of her noble race, was calmly quenching her thirst in the river Caveri—­after she had finished drinking she squatted on her hind feet and stretched her forepaws in front of her breast—­sphinx-like—­and luxuriously rubbed her head in and out among the soft leaves scattered on the riverside.

At a little distance the two lovers watched—­not with their eyes but with their nostrils and ears, and their sharp growl was like the breath of the khamsin passing through the branches of the euphorbium and the nopal.  The two monsters gradually reached the paroxysm of amorous rage; they flattened their ears, sharpened their claws, twisted their tails like flexible steel, and emitted sparks of fire from eyes and skin.

During this prelude the tigress stretched herself out with stoical indifference, pretending to take no interest in the scene—­as if she were the only animal of her race in the desert.  At intervals she would gaze with delight at the reflected image of her grace and beauty in the river Caveri.

A roar that seemed to burst from the breast of a giant crushed beneath a rock, echoed through the solitude.  One of the tigers described an immense circle in the air and then fell upon the neck of his rival.  The two tawny enemies stood up on their hind legs, clenching each other like two wrestlers, body to body, muzzle to muzzle, teeth to teeth, and uttering shrill, rattling cries that cut through the air like the clashing of steel blades.  Ordinary huntsmen would have fired upon this monstrous group.  We judged it more noble to respect the powerful hate of this magnificent love.  As usual the aggressor was the strongest; he threw his rival to the ground, crushed him with his whole weight, tore him with his claws, and then fastening his long teeth in his victim’s throat, laid him dead upon the grass—­uttering, as he did so, a cry of triumph that rang through the forest like the clarion of a conqueror.

The tigress remained in the same spot, quietly licking her paw, and when it was quite wet rubbed it over her muzzle and ears with imperturbable serenity and charming coquetry.

This scene contained a lesson for both sexes, my dear Edgar.  When nature chooses our masters she chooses wisely.

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