The war was over. The Germans occupied France. The whole country was
pulsating like a conquered wrestler beneath the knee of his
The first trains from Paris, distracted, starving, despairing Paris,
were making their way to the new frontiers, slowly passing through
the country districts and the villages. The passengers gazed through
the windows at the ravaged fields and burned hamlets. Prussian
soldiers, in their black helmets with brass spikes, were smoking
their pipes astride their chairs in front of the houses which were
still left standing. Others were working or talking just as if they
were members of the families. As you passed through the different
towns you saw entire regiments drilling in the squares, and, in
spite of the rumble of the carriage-wheels, you could every moment
hear the hoarse words of command.
M. Dubuis, who during the entire siege had served as one of the
National Guard in Paris, was going to join his wife and daughter,
whom he had prudently sent away to Switzerland before the invasion.
Famine and hardship had not diminished his big paunch so
characteristic of the rich, peace-loving merchant. He had gone
through the terrible events of the past year with sorrowful
resignation and bitter complaints at the savagery of men. Now that
he was journeying to the frontier at the close of the war, he saw
the Prussians for the first time, although he had done his duty on
the ramparts and mounted guard on many a cold night.
He stared with mingled fear and anger at those bearded armed men,
installed all over French soil as if they were at home, and he felt
in his soul a kind of fever of impotent patriotism, at the same time
also the great need of that new instinct of prudence which since
then has, never left us. In the same railway carriage were two
Englishmen, who had come to the country as sightseers and were
gazing about them with looks of quiet curiosity. They were both also
stout, and kept chatting in their own language, sometimes referring
to their guidebook, and reading aloud the names of the places
Suddenly the train stopped at a little village station, and a
Prussian officer jumped up with a great clatter of his sabre on the
double footboard of the railway carriage. He was tall, wore a
tightfitting uniform, and had whiskers up to his eyes. His red hair
seemed to be on fire, and his long mustache, of a paler hue, stuck
out on both sides of his face, which it seemed to cut in two.
The Englishmen at once began staring, at him with smiles of newly
awakened interest, while M. Dubuis made a show of reading a
newspaper. He sat concealed in his corner like a thief in presence
of a gendarme.
The train started again. The Englishmen went on chatting and looking
out for the exact scene of different battles; and all of a sudden,
as one of them stretched out his arm toward the horizon as he
pointed out a village, the Prussian officer remarked in French,
extending his long legs and lolling backward:
"I killed a dozen Frenchmen in that village and took more than a
The Englishmen, quite interested, immediately asked:
"Ha! and what is the name of this village?"
The Prussian replied:
"Pharsbourg." He added: "We caught those French scoundrels by the
And he glanced toward M. Dubuis, laughing conceitedly into his
The train rolled on, still passing through hamlets occupied by the
victorious army. German soldiers could be seen along the roads, on
the edges of fields, standing in front of gates or chatting outside
cafes. They covered the soil like African locusts.
The officer said, with a wave of his hand:
"If I had been in command, I'd have taken Paris, burned everything,
killed everybody. No more France!"
The Englishman, through politeness, replied simply:
He went on:
"In twenty years all Europe, all of it, will belong to us. Prussia
is more than a match for all of them."
The Englishmen, getting uneasy, no longer replied. Their faces,
which had become impassive, seemed made of wax behind their long
whiskers. Then the Prussian officer began to laugh. And still,
lolling back, he began to sneer. He sneered at the downfall of
France, insulted the prostrate enemy; he sneered at Austria, which
had been recently conquered; he sneered at the valiant but fruitless
defence of the departments; he sneered at the Garde Mobile and at
the useless artillery. He announced that Bismarck was going to build
a city of iron with the captured cannon. And suddenly he placed his
boots against the thigh of M. Dubuis, who turned away his eyes,
reddening to the roots of his hair.
The Englishmen seemed to have become indifferent to all that was
going on, as if they were suddenly shut up in their own island, far
from the din of the world.
The officer took out his pipe, and looking fixedly at the Frenchman,
"You haven't any tobacco--have you?"
M. Dubuis replied:
The German resumed:
"You might go and buy some for me when the train stops."
And he began laughing afresh as he added:
"I'll give you the price of a drink."
The train whistled, and slackened its pace. They passed a station
that had been burned down; and then they stopped altogether.
The German opened the carriage door, and, catching M. Dubuis by the
"Go and do what I told you--quick, quick!"
A Prussian detachment occupied the station. Other soldiers were
standing behind wooden gratings, looking on. The engine was getting
up steam before starting off again. Then M. Dubuis hurriedly jumped
on the platform, and, in spite of the warnings of the station
master, dashed into the adjoining compartment.
He was alone! He tore open his waistcoat, his heart was beating so
rapidly, and, gasping for breath, he wiped the perspiration from his
The train drew up at another station. And suddenly the officer
appeared at the carriage door and jumped in, followed close behind
by the two Englishmen, who were impelled by curiosity. The German
sat facing the Frenchman, and, laughing still, said:
"You did not want to do what I asked you?"
M. Dubuis replied:
The train had just left the station.
The officer said:
"I'll cut off your mustache to fill my pipe with."
And he put out his hand toward the Frenchman's face.
The Englishmen stared at them, retaining their previous impassive
The German had already pulled out a few hairs, and was still tugging
at the mustache, when M. Dubuis, with a back stroke of his hand,
flung aside the officer's arm, and, seizing him by the collar, threw
him down on the seat. Then, excited to a pitch of fury, his temples
swollen and his eyes glaring, he kept throttling the officer with
one hand, while with the other clenched he began to strike him
violent blows in the face. The Prussian struggled, tried to draw his
sword, to clinch with his adversary, who was on top of him. But M.
Dubuis crushed him with his enormous weight and kept punching him
without taking breath or knowing where his blows fell. Blood flowed
down the face of the German, who, choking and with a rattling in his
throat, spat out his broken teeth and vainly strove to shake off
this infuriated man who was killing him.
The Englishmen had got on their feet and came closer in order to see
better. They remained standing, full of mirth and curiosity, ready
to bet for, or against, either combatant.
Suddenly M. Dubuis, exhausted by his violent efforts, rose and
resumed his seat without uttering a word.
The Prussian did not attack him, for the savage assault had
terrified and astonished the officer as well as causing him
suffering. When he was able to breathe freely, he said:
"Unless you give me satisfaction with pistols I will kill you."
M. Dubuis replied:
"Whenever you like. I'm quite ready."
The German said:
"Here is the town of Strasbourg. I'll get two officers to be my
seconds, and there will be time before the train leaves the
M. Dubuis, who was puffing as hard as the engine, said to the
"Will you be my seconds?" They both answered together:
And the train stopped.
In a minute the Prussian had found two comrades, who brought
pistols, and they made their way toward the ramparts.
The Englishmen were continually looking at their watches, shuffling
their feet and hurrying on with the preparations, uneasy lest they
should be too late for the train.
M. Dubuis had never fired a pistol in his life.
They made him stand twenty paces away from his enemy. He was asked:
"Are you ready?"
While he was answering, "Yes, monsieur," he noticed that one of the
Englishmen had opened his umbrella in order to keep off the rays of
A voice gave the signal:
M. Dubuis fired at random without delay, and he was amazed to see
the Prussian opposite him stagger, lift up his arms and fall
forward, dead. He had killed the officer.
One of the Englishmen exclaimed: "Ah!" He was quivering with
delight, with satisfied curiosity and joyous impatience. The other,
who still kept his watch in his hand, seized M. Dubuis' arm and
hurried him in double-quick time toward the station, his
fellow-countryman marking time as he ran beside them, with closed
fists, his elbows at his sides, "One, two; one, two!"
And all three, running abreast rapidly, made their way to the
station like three grotesque figures in a comic newspaper.
The train was on the point of starting. They sprang into their
carriage. Then the Englishmen, taking off their travelling caps,
waved them three times over their heads, exclaiming:
"Hip! hip! hip! hurrah!"
And gravely, one after the other, they extended their right hands to
M. Dubuis and then went back and sat down in their own corner.