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THE EARTHLY PARADISE

of which there have been not a few in my life, when I have deliberately sacrificed my own interests for what I deemed to be my duty. In choosing that duty I may have been mistaken. But that is not a mortal sin in the eyes of God, nor in those of the honest reader. The man I am going to portray for you is the man I was or the one I believe myself to have been. Forgive him his trespasses, good people, as he himself forgives all those who have trespassed against him.

My earliest memory is that of Sunday mornings in Elbeuf when I was four or five years old. The town used to be awakened by the bugles of the fire department. They would come down our street once a week, wearing antiquated helmets and hauling a hand pump, in order to test the hydrant. They always played the same tune: 'As-tu vu, la casquette, la casquette ... As-tu vu la casquette au Per' Bugeaud? ...'(1) but this martial reveille never failed to delight me. My father would come in, pick me up in his arms, wrapping my long nightgown around my bare feet, and find a place for me beside him at the window. The fire chief, recognizable by his red plume, would shout to us, `Good morning, gentlemen!' To see the hose being unrolled, the powerful jet of water that rose higher than the house, the frail ladder that was hoisted, section by section, to the roofs, seemed to me the finest spectacle in the world. Then the ladder would be slid back into place, the hose would be rolled up again on its drum, the chief with the copper helmet would order: `Fall in!', the firemen would form a column of two's, the bugler would play `La Casquette', and the company would set off in time to the music toward the next hydrant.
`They march like conscripts,' my father would say, tucking the shivering little boy back into his still-warm bed.
That was the comment of an old soldier.
He had a passion for things military. A native of Alsace, he had seen the war of 1870, and at the age of seventeen had tended the French wounded on the battlefield of Froeschwiller. Later he had done his service in the infantry at Limoges, and had then become a scrupulous noncommissioned officer whose fine handwriting was the pride and joy of the sergeant-major. As soon as my sisters and I could walk, he began drilling

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