to fight before the parsonage and in the precincts of the church rather than in front of Solomon’s little enclosure.  Otherwise, this was the meeting place of the whole island.  Every evening, precisely at the same hour, the good women of the neighbourhood came to knit their woollen caps and tell the news.  Groups of little children, naked, brown, and as mischievous as little imps, sported about, rolling on the grass and throwing handfuls of sand into the other’s eyes, heedless of the risk of blinding, while their mothers were engrossed in that grave gossip which marks the dwellers in villages.  These gatherings occurred daily before the fisherman’s house; they formed a tacit and almost involuntary homage, consecrated by custom, and of which no one had ever taken special account; the envy that rules in small communities would soon have suppressed them.  The influence which old Solomon had over his equals had grown so simply and naturally, that no one found any fault with it, and it had only attracted notice when everyone was benefiting by it, like those fine trees whose growth is only observed when we profit by their shade.  If any dispute arose in the island, the two opponents preferred to abide by the judgment of the fisherman instead of going before the court; he was fortunate enough or clever enough to send away both parties satisfied.  He knew what remedies to prescribe better than any physician, for it seldom happened that he or his had not felt the same ailments, and his knowledge, founded on personal experience, produced the most excellent results.  Moreover, he had no interest, as ordinary doctors have, in prolonging illnesses.  For many years past the only formality recognised as a guarantee for the inviolability of a contract had been the intervention of the fisherman.  Each party shook hands with Solomon, and the thing was done.  They would rather have thrown themselves into Vesuvius at the moment of its most violent eruption than have broken so solemn an agreement.  At the period when our story opens, it was impossible to find any person in the island who had not felt the effects of the fisherman’s generosity, and that without needing to confess to him any necessities.  As it was the custom for the little populace of Nisida to spend its leisure hours before Solomon’s cottage, the old man, while he walked slowly among the different groups, humming his favourite song, discovered moral and physical weaknesses as he passed; and the same evening he or his daughter would certainly be seen coming mysteriously to bestow a benefit upon every sufferer, to lay a balm upon every wound.  In short, he united in his person all those occupations whose business is to help mankind.  Lawyers, doctors, and the notary, all the vultures of civilisation, had beaten a retreat before the patriarchal benevolence of the fisherman.  Even the priest had capitulated.