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The Country Doctor
by Honore de Balzac
Translated by Ellen Marriage and Clara Bell
〃For a wounded heartshadow and silence。〃
To my Mother。
CHAPTER I
THE COUNTRYSIDE AND THE MAN
On a lovely spring morning in the year 1829； a man of fifty or thereabouts was wending his way on horseback along the mountain road that leads to a large village near the Grande Chartreuse。 This village is the market town of a populous canton that lies within the limits of a valley of some considerable length。 The melting of the snows had filled the boulder…strewn bed of the torrent （often dry） that flows through this valley； which is closely shut in between two parallel mountain barriers； above which the peaks of Savoy and of Dauphine tower on every side。
All the scenery of the country that lies between the chain of the two Mauriennes is very much alike； yet here in the district through which the stranger was traveling there are soft undulations of the land； and varying effects of light which might be sought for elsewhere in vain。 Sometimes the valley； suddenly widening； spreads out a soft irregularly…shaped carpet of grass before the eyes； a meadow constantly watered by the mountain streams that keep it fresh and green at all seasons of the year。 Sometimes a roughly…built sawmill appears in a picturesque position； with its stacks of long pine trunks with the bark peeled off； and its mill stream； brought from the bed of the torrent in great square wooden pipes； with masses of dripping filament issuing from every crack。 Little cottages； scattered here and there； with their gardens full of blossoming fruit trees； call up the ideas that are aroused by the sight of industrious poverty； while the thought of ease； secured after long years of toil； is suggested by some larger houses farther on； with their red roofs of flat round tiles； shaped like the scales of a fish。 There is no door； moreover； that does not duly exhibit a basket in which the cheeses are hung up to dry。 Every roadside and every croft is adorned with vines； which here； as in Italy； they train to grow about dwarf elm trees； whose leaves are stripped off to feed the cattle。
Nature； in her caprice； has brought the sloping hills on either side so near together in some places； that there is no room for fields； or buildings； or peasants' huts。 Nothing lies between them but the torrent； roaring over its waterfalls between two lofty walls of granite that rise above it； their sides covered with the leafage of tall beeches and dark fir trees to the height of a hundred feet。 The trees； with their different kinds of foliage； rise up straight and tall； fantastically colored by patches of lichen； forming magnificent colonnades； with a line of straggling hedgerow of guelder rose； briar rose； box and arbutus above and below the roadway at their feet。 The subtle perfume of this undergrowth was mingled just then with scents from the wild mountain region and with the aromatic fragrance of young larch shoots； budding poplars； and resinous pines。
Here and there a wreath of mist about the heights sometimes hid and sometimes gave glimpses of the gray crags； that seemed as dim and vague as the soft flecks of cloud dispersed among them。 The whole face of the country changed every moment with the changing light in the sky； the hues of the mountains； the soft shades of their lower slopes； the very shape of the valleys seemed to vary continually。 A ray of sunlight through the tree…stems； a clear space made by nature in the woods； or a landslip here and there； coming as a surprise to make a contrast in the foreground； made up an endless series of pictures delightful to see amid the silence； at the time of year when all things grow young； and when the sun fills a cloudless heaven with a blaze of light。 In short； it was a fair landit was the land of France！
The traveler was a tall man； dressed from head to foot in a suit of blue cloth； which must have been brushed just as carefully every morning as the glossy coat of his horse。 He held himself firm and erect in the saddle like an old cavalry officer。 Even if his black cravat and doeskin gloves； the pistols that filled his holsters； and the valise securely fastened to the crupper behind him had not combined to mark him out as a soldier； the air of unconcern that sat on his face； his regular features （scarred though they were with the smallpox）； his determined manner； self…reliant expression； and the way he held his head； all revealed the habits acquired through military discipline； of which a soldier can never quite divest himself； even after he has retired from service into private life。
Any other traveler would have been filled with wonder at the loveliness of this Alpine region； which grows so bright and smiling as it becomes merged in the great valley systems of southern France； but the officer； who no doubt had previously traversed a country across which the French armies had been drafted in the course of Napoleon's wars； enjoyed the view before him without appearing to be surprised by the many changes that swept across it。 It would seem that Napoleon has extinguished in his soldiers the sensation of wonder； for an impassive face is a sure token by which you may know the men who served erewhile under the short…lived yet deathless Eagles of the great Emperor。 The traveler was； in fact； one of those soldiers （seldom met with nowadays） whom shot and shell have respected； although they have borne their part on every battlefield where Napoleon commanded。
There had been nothing unusual in his life。 He had fought valiantly in the ranks as a simple and loyal soldier； doing his duty as faithfully by night as by day； and whether in or out of his officer's sight。 He had never dealt a sabre stroke in vain； and was incapable of giving one too many。 If he wore at his buttonhole the rosette of an officer of the Legion of Honor； it was because the unanimous voice of his regiment had singled him out as the man who best deserved to receive it after the battle of Borodino。
He belonged to that small minority of undemonstrative retiring natures； who are always at peace with themselves； and who are conscious of a feeling of humiliation at the mere thought of making a request； no matter what its nature may be。 So promotion had come to him tardily； and by virtue of the slowly…working laws of seniority。 He had been made a sub…lieutenant in 1802； but it was not until 1829 that he became a major； in spite of the grayness of his moustaches。 His life had been so blameless that no man in the army； not even the general himself； could approach him without an involuntary feeling of respect。 It is possible that he was not forgiven for this indisputable superiority by those who ranked above him； but； on the other hand； there was not one of his men that did not feel for him something of the affection of children for a good mother。 For them he knew how to be at once indulgent and severe。 He himself had also once served in the ranks； and knew the sorry joys and gaily…endured hardships of the soldier's lot。 He knew the errors that may be passed over and the faults that must be punished in his men〃his children；〃 as he always called themand when on campaign he readily gave them leave to forage for provision for man and horse among the wealthier classes。
His own personal history lay buried beneath the deepest reserve。 Like almost every military man in Europe； he had only seen the world through cannon smoke； or in the brief intervals of peace that occurred so seldom during the Emperor's continual wars with the rest of Europe。 Had he or had he not thought of marriage？ The question remained unsettled。 Although no one doubted that Commandant Genestas had made conquests during his sojourn in town after town and country after country where he had taken part in the festivities given and received by the officers； yet no one knew this for a certainty。 There was no prudery about him； he would not decline to join a pleasure party； he in no way offended against military standards； but when questioned as to his affairs of the heart； he either kept silence or answered with a jest。 To the words； 〃How are you； commandant？〃 addressed to him by an officer over the wine； his reply was； 〃Pass the bottle； gentlemen。〃
M。 Pierre Joseph Genestas was an unostentatious kind of Bayard。 There was nothing romantic nor picturesque about himhe was too thoroughly commonplace。 His ways of living were those of a well…to…do man。 Although he had nothing beside his pay； and his pension was all that he had to look to in the future； the major always kept two years' pay untouched； and never spent his allowances； like some shrewd old men of business with whom cautious prudence has almost become a mania。 He was so little of a gambler that if； when in company； some one was wanted to cut in or to take a bet at ecarte； he usually fixed his eyes on his boots； but though he did not allow himself any extravagances； he conformed in every way to custom。
His uniforms lasted longer than those of any other officer in his regiment； as a consequence of the sedulously careful habits that somewhat straitened means had so instilled into him； that they had come to be like a second nature。 Perhaps he might have b