The Wandering Jew — Complete eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 1,953 pages of information about The Wandering Jew — Complete.

The Wandering Jew — Complete eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 1,953 pages of information about The Wandering Jew — Complete.

A fresh incident now attracted the attention of the crowd.  A travelling carriage, which had not been able to pass along the Quai-Napoleon, the pavement of which was up, had ventured among the intricate streets of the city, and now arrived in the square of Notre-Dame on its way to the other side of the Seine.  Like many others, its owners were flying from Paris, to escape the pestilence which decimated it.  A man-servant and a lady’s maid were in the rumble, and they exchanged a glance of alarm as they passed the Hospital, whilst a young man seated in the front part of the carriage let down the glass, and called to the postilions to go slowly, for fear of accident, as the crowd was very dense at that part of the square.  This young man was Lord Morinval, and on the back seat were Lord Montbron and his niece, Lady Morinval.  The pale and anxious countenance of the young lady showed the alarm which she felt; and Montbron, notwithstanding his firmness of mind, appeared to be very uneasy; he, as well as his niece, frequently had recourse to a smelling-bottle filled with camphor.

During the last few minutes, the carriage had advanced very slowly, the postilions managing their horses with great caution, when a sudden hubbub, at first distant and undefined, but soon more distinct, arose among the throng, as it drew near, the ringing sound of chains and metal, peculiar to the artillery-wagons, was plainly audible, and presently one of these vehicles came towards the travelling-carriage, from the direction of the Quai Notre-Dame.  It seemed strange, that though the crowd was so compact, yet at the rapid approach of this wagon, the close ranks of human beings opened as if by enchantment, but the following words which were passed from mouth to mouth soon accounted for the prodigy:  “A wagon full of dead! the wagon of the dead!” As we have already stated, the usual funeral conveyances were no longer sufficient for the removal of the corpses; a number of artillery wagons had been put into requisition, and the coffins were hastily piled in these novel hearses.

Many of the spectators regarded this gloomy vehicle with dismay, but the quarryman and his band redoubled their horrible jokes.

“Make way for the omnibus of the departed!” cried Ciboule.

“No danger of having one’s toes crushed in that omnibus,” said the quarryman.

“Doubtless they’re easy to please, the stiff-uns in there.”

“They never want to be set down, at all events.”

“I say, there’s only one reg’lar on duty as postilion!”

“That’s true, the leaders are driven by a man in a smock-frock.”

“Oh!  I daresay the other soldier was tired, lazy fellow! and got into the omnibus with the others—­they’ll all get out at the same big hole.”

“Head foremost, you know.”

“Yes, they pitch them head first into a bed of lime.”

“Why, one might follow the dead-cart blind-fold, and no mistake.  It’s worse than Montfaucon knacker-yards!”

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