I was as nearly home-sick as ever I was in my life; they seemed to make it such an incalculable distance to the place where I first saw the day.  They admired the canoes very much.  And I observed one piece of delicacy in these children, which is worthy of record.  They had been deafening us for the last hundred yards with petitions for a sail; ay, and they deafened us to the same tune next morning when we came to start; but then, when the canoes were lying empty, there was no word of any such petition.  Delicacy? or perhaps a bit of fear for the water in so crank a vessel?  I hate cynicism a great deal worse than I do the devil; unless perhaps the two were the same thing?  And yet ’tis a good tonic; the cold tub and bath-towel of the sentiments; and positively necessary to life in cases of advanced sensibility.

From the boats they turned to my costume.  They could not make enough of my red sash; and my knife filled them with awe.

‘They make them like that in England,’ said the boy with one arm.  I was glad he did not know how badly we make them in England now-a-days.  ‘They are for people who go away to sea,’ he added, ’and to defend one’s life against great fish.’

I felt I was becoming a more and more romantic figure to the little group at every word.  And so I suppose I was.  Even my pipe, although it was an ordinary French clay pretty well ‘trousered,’ as they call it, would have a rarity in their eyes, as a thing coming from so far away.  And if my feathers were not very fine in themselves, they were all from over seas.  One thing in my outfit, however, tickled them out of all politeness; and that was the bemired condition of my canvas shoes.  I suppose they were sure the mud at any rate was a home product.  The little girl (who was the genius of the party) displayed her own sabots in competition; and I wish you could have seen how gracefully and merrily she did it.

The young woman’s milk-can, a great amphora of hammered brass, stood some way off upon the sward.  I was glad of an opportunity to divert public attention from myself, and return some of the compliments I had received.  So I admired it cordially both for form and colour, telling them, and very truly, that it was as beautiful as gold.  They were not surprised.  The things were plainly the boast of the countryside.  And the children expatiated on the costliness of these amphorae, which sell sometimes as high as thirty francs apiece; told me how they were carried on donkeys, one on either side of the saddle, a brave caparison in themselves; and how they were to be seen all over the district, and at the larger farms in great number and of great size.

PONT-SUR-SAMBRE

WE ARE PEDLARS