Norman Cross-Wide expanse-VIVE L'EMPEREUR-Unpruned woods-Man with the bag-Froth and conceit-I beg your pardon-Growing timid-About three o'clock-Taking one's ease-Cheek on the ground-King of the vipers-French king-Frenchmen and water.
AND a strange place it was,this Norman Cross,and,at the time of which I am speaking,a sad cross to many a Norman,being what was then styled a French prison,that is,a receptacle for captives made in the French war.It consisted,if I remember right,of some five or six casernes,very long,and immensely high;each standing isolated from the rest,upon a spot of ground which might average ten acres,and which was fenced round with lofty palisades,the whole being compassed about by a towering wall,beneath which,at intervals,on both sides,sentinels were stationed,whilst outside,upon the field,stood commodious wooden barracks,capable of containing two regiments of infantry,intended to serve as guards upon the captives.Such was the station or prison at Norman Cross,where some six thousand French and other foreigners,followers of the grand Corsican,were now immured.
What a strange appearance had those mighty casernes,with their blank blind walls,without windows or grating,and their slanting roofs,out of which,through orifices where the tiles had been removed,would be protruded dozens of grim heads,feasting their prison-sick eyes on the wide expanse of country unfolded from that airy height.Ah!there was much misery in those casernes;and from those roofs,doubtless,many a wistful look was turned in the direction of lovely France.Much had the poor inmates to endure,and much to complain of,to the disgrace of England be it said-of England,in general so kind and bountiful.Rations of carrion meat,and bread from which I have seen the very hounds occasionally turn away,were unworthy entertainment even for the most ruffian enemy,when helpless and a captive;and such,alas!was the fare in those casernes.And then,those visits,or rather ruthless inroads,called in the slang of the place 'strawplait-hunts,'when in pursuit of a contraband article,which the prisoners,in order to procure themselves a few of the necessaries and comforts of existence,were in the habit of ******,red-coated battalions were marched into the prisons,who,with the bayonet's point,carried havoc and ruin into every poor convenience which ingenious wretchedness had been endeavouring to raise around it;and then the triumphant exit with the miserable booty;and,worst of all,the accursed bonfire,on the barrack parade,of the plait contraband,beneath the view of the glaring eyeballs from those lofty roofs,amidst the hurrahs of the troops,frequently drowned in the curses poured down from above like a tempest-shower or in the terrific warw-hoop of 'VIVE L'EMPEREUR!'
It was midsummer when we arrived at this place,and the weather,which had for a long time been wet and gloomy,now became bright and glorious;I was subjected to but little control,and passed my time pleasantly enough,principally in wandering about the neighbouring country.It was flat and somewhat fenny,a district more of pasture than agriculture,and not very thickly inhabited.
I soon became well acquainted with it.At the distance of two miles from the station was a large lake,styled in the dialect of the country 'a mere,'about whose borders tall reeds were growing in abundance,this was a frequent haunt of mine;but my favourite place of resort was a wild sequestered spot at a somewhat greater distance.Here,surrounded with woods and thick groves,was the seat of some ancient family,deserted by the proprietor,and only inhabited by a rustic servant or two.A place more solitary and wild could scarcely be imagined;the garden and walks were overgrown with weeds and briers,and the unpruned woods were so tangled as to be almost impervious.About this domain I would wander till overtaken by fatigue,and then I would sit down with my back against some beech,elm,or stately alder tree,and,taking out my book,would pass hours in a state of unmixed enjoyment,my eyes now fixed on the wondrous pages,now glancing at the sylvan scene around;and sometimes I would drop the book and listen to the voice of the rooks and wild pigeons,and not unfrequently to the croaking of multitudes of frogs from the neighbouring swamps and fens.
In going to and from this place I frequently passed a tall elderly individual,dressed in rather a quaint fashion,with a skin cap on his head and stout gaiters on his legs;on his shoulders hung a moderate sized leathern sack;he seemed fond of loitering near sunny banks,and of groping amidst furze and low scrubby bramble bushes,of which there were plenty in the neighbourhood of Norman Cross.Once I saw him standing in the middle of a dusty road,looking intently at a large mark which seemed to have been drawn across it,as if by a walking stick.'He must have been a large one,'the old man muttered half to himself,'or he would not have left such a trail,I wonder if he is near;he seems to have moved this way.'He then went behind some bushes which grew on the right side of the road,and appeared to be in quest of something,moving behind the bushes with his head downwards,and occasionally striking their roots with his foot:at length he exclaimed,'Here he is!'and forthwith I saw him dart amongst the bushes.There was a kind of scuffling noise,the rustling of branches,and the crackling of dry sticks.'I have him!'said the man at last;'Ihave got him!'and presently he made his appearance about twenty yards down the road,holding a large viper in his hand.'What do you think of that,my boy?'said he,as I went up to him-'what do you think of catching such a thing as that with the naked hand?'
'What do I think?'said I.'Why,that I could do as much myself.'
