ey seem to have put one of the bulls of La Camargue into the
adjoining den for the next bull-baiting, and to have lashed it to frenzy
with their goads. The noise is terrific, but I do not suppose the animal
can break loose."

La Croissette now appeared among us, suffocating with laughter. "Are you
frightened out of your lives?" said he. "'Tis nothing."

"Nay, sir," said my mother, "'tis something, I think, to be raised up in
the middle of the night by such a dreadful noise."

"Night? 'tis broad daylight! No wonder you were frightened. I can hardly
hear myself speak; but I felt impelled to come and see how you took it.
They have put an enormous bull in the adjoining den; and if you don't
like his company, you will have to change your quarters, which I advise
you to do at any rate; for the Basques who have him in charge are brutal
fellows, whose jargon I don't understand. Ten to one they will discover
you before the day's out; and then what will you do?"

"Truly, our case is hard," said my mother, looking wistfully at my
father.

"It is so, my dear wife," replied he; "and I do not see my way clearly.
Let us ask God to make it a little clearer to us."

La Croissette looked amazed when he saw the whole family kneel down,
and made a movement to go, but paused at the entrance and looked back
on us. Though the bellowing still continued, it was neither so loud nor
so frequent; but still only snatches of my father's voice could be
heard. But his very look and attitude was a prayer; and there were the
two sweet sisters, with their clasped hands and bent heads, and the
little ones crowded about my mother. Now and then such broken sentences
were heard as--"Lord, thou hast been our refuge from one generation to
another--Thou hast set our iniquities before thee, our secret sins in
the light of thy countenance--The dead bodies of thy servants have they
given to be meat unto the fowls of the air, and the flesh of thy saints
to the beasts of the land--We are become an open shame to our enemies,
and a very scorn to them that hate us. Return, O Lord! how long? and let
it repent thee concerning thy servants--Oh, satisfy us with thy mercy,
and that soon; so will we rejoice, and give thanks to thee all the days
of our life--Make thy way plain before us, O Lord, because of our
enemies."

I could not help furtively watching the workings of La Croissette's
face as he listened to these words of the Psalmist, so appropriate and
pathetic.