Stories by English Authors: Germany (Selected by Scribners) eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 148 pages of information about Stories by English Authors.

Stories by English Authors: Germany (Selected by Scribners) eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 148 pages of information about Stories by English Authors.

Patrasche had been born of parents who had labored hard all their days over the sharp-set stones of the various cities and the long, shadowless, weary roads of the two Flanders and of Brabant.  He had been born to no other heritage than those of pain and of toil.  He had been fed on curses and baptized with blows.  Why not?  It was a Christian country, and Patrasche was but a dog.  Before he was fully grown he had known the bitter gall of the cart and the collar.  Before he had entered his thirteenth month he had become the property of a hardware dealer, who was accustomed to wander over the land north and south, from the blue sea to the green mountains.  They sold him for a small price, because he was so young.

This man was a drunkard and a brute.  The life of Patrasche was a life of hell.  To deal the tortures of hell on the animal creation is a way which the Christians have of showing their belief in it.  His purchaser was a sullen, ill-living, brutal Brabantois, who heaped his cart full with pots and pans and flagons and buckets, and other wares of crockery and brass and tin, and left Patrasche to draw the load as best he might, while he himself lounged idly by the side in fat and sluggish ease, smoking his black pipe and stopping at every wineshop or cafe on the road.

Happily for Patrasche, or unhappily, he was very strong; he came of an iron race, long born and bred to such cruel travail; so that he did not die, but managed to drag on a wretched existence under the brutal burdens, the scarifying lashes, the hunger, the thirst, the blows, the curses, and the exhaustion which are the only wages with which the Flemings repay the most patient and laborious of all their four-footed victims.  One day, after two years of this long and deadly agony, Patrasche was going on as usual along one of the straight, dusty, unlovely roads that lead to the city of Rubens.  It was full midsummer, and very warm.  His cart was very heavy, piled high with goods in metal and in earthenware.  His owner sauntered on without noticing him otherwise than by the crack of the whip as it curled round his quivering loins.  The Brabantois had paused to drink beer himself at every wayside house, but he had forbidden Patrasche to stop a moment for a draught from the canal.  Going along thus, in the full sun, on a scorching highway, having eaten nothing for twenty-four hours, and, which was far worse to him, not having tasted water for near twelve, being blind with dust, sore with blows, and stupefied with the merciless weight which dragged upon his loins, Patrasche staggered and foamed a little at the mouth, and fell.

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