penguin island-第22章
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as to be seen the flower of Penguin society； including Prince and Princess des Boscenos； Count Clena； M。 de La Trumelle； M。 Bigourd； and several rich Jewish ladies。
The Generalissimo of the national army had come in uniform。 He was cheered。
The committee had been carefully formed。 A man of the people； a workman； but a man of sound principles； M。 Rauchin； the secretary of the yellow syndicate； was asked to preside； supported by Count Clena and M。 Michaud； a butcher。
The government which Penguinia had freely given itself was called by such names as cesspool and drain in several eloquent speeches。 But President Formose was spared and no mention was made of Crucho or the priests。
The meeting was not unanimous。 A defender of the modern State and of the Republic； a manual labourer； stood up。
〃Gentlemen；〃 said M。 Rauchin； the chairman； 〃we have told you that this meeting would not be unanimous。 We are not like our opponents； we are honest men。 I allow our opponent to speak。 Heaven knows what you are going to hear。 Gentlemen； I beg of you to restrain as long as you can the expression of your contempt； your disgust； and your indignation。〃
〃Gentlemen；〃 said the opponent。 。 。 。
Immediately he was knocked down； trampled beneath the feet of the indignant crowd； and his unrecognisable remains thrown out of the hall。
The tumult was still resounding when Count Clena ascended the tribune。 Cheers took the place of groans and when silence was restored the orator uttered these words：
〃Comrades； we are going to see whether you have blood in your veins。 What we have got to do is to slaughter； disembowel； and brain all the Republicans。〃
This speech let loose such a thunder of applause that the old shed rocked with it； and a cloud of acrid and thick dust fell from its filthy walls and worm…eaten beams and enveloped the audience。
A resolution was carried vilifying the government and acclaiming Chatillon。 And the audience departed singing the hymn of the liberator： 〃It is Chatillon we want。〃
The only way out of the old market was through a muddy alley shut in by omnibus stables and coal sheds。 There was no moon and a cold drizzle was coming down。 The police； who were assembled in great numbers； blocked the alley and compelled the Dracophils to disperse in little groups。 These were the instructions they had received from their chief； who was anxious to check the enthusiasm of the excited crowd。
The Dracophils who were detained in the alley kept marking time and singing； 〃It is Chatillon we want。〃 Soon； becoming impatient of the delay； the cause of which they did not know； they began to push those in front of them。 This movement； propagated along the alley； threw those in front against the broad chests of the police。 The latter had no hatred for the Dracophils。 In the bottom of their hearts they liked Chatillon。 But it is natural to resist aggression and strong men are inclined to make use of their strength。 For these reasons the police kicked the Dracophils with their hob…nailed boots。 As a result there were sudden rushes backwards and forwards。 Threats and cries mingled with the songs。
〃Murder！ Murder！ 。 。 。 It is Chatillon we want！ Murder！ Murder！〃
And in the gloomy alley the more prudent kept saying； 〃Don't push。〃 Among these latter； in the darkness； his lofty figure rising above the moving crowd； his broad shoulders and robust body noticeable among the trampled limbs and crushed sides of the rest； stood the Prince des Boscenos； calm； immovable； and placid。 Serenely and indulgently he waited。 In the mean time； as the exit was opened at regular intervals between the ranks of the police； the pressure of elbows against the chests of those around the prince diminished and people began to breathe again。
〃You see we shall soon be able to go out；〃 said that kindly giant； with a pleasant smile。 〃Time and patience 。 。 。〃
He took a cigar from his case； raised it to his lips and struck a match。 Suddenly； in the light of the match； he saw Princess Anne； his wife； clasped in Count Clena's arms。 At this sight he rushed towards them； striking both them and those around with his cane。 He was disarmed； though not without difficulty； but he could not be separated from his opponent。 And whilst the fainting princess was lifted from arm to arm to her carriage over the excited and curious crowd； the two men still fought furiously。 Prince des Boscenos lost his hat； his eye…glass； his cigar； his necktie； and his portfolio full of private letters and political correspondence； he even lost the miraculous medals that he had received from the good Father Cornemuse。 But he gave his opponent so terrible a kick in the stomach that the unfortunate Count was knocked through an iron grating and went； head foremost； through a glass door and into a coal…shed。
Attracted by the struggle and the cries of those around； the police rushed towards the prince； who furiously resisted them。 He stretched three of them gasping at his feet and put seven others to flight； with； respectively； a broken jaw； a split lip； a nose pouring blood； a fractured skull； a torn ear； a dislocated collar…bone； and broken ribs。 He fell； however； and was dragged bleeding and disfigured； with his clothes in rags； to the nearest police…station； where； jumping about and bellowing； he spent the night。
At daybreak groups of demonstrators went about the town singing； 〃It is Chatillon we want；〃 and breaking the windows of the houses in which the Ministers of the Republic lived。
VI。 THE EMIRAL'S FALL
That night marked the culmination of the Dracophil movement。 The Royalists had no longer any doubt of its triumph。 Their chiefs sent congratulations to Prince Crucho by wireless telegraphy。 Their ladies embroidered scarves and slippers for him。 M。 de Plume had found the green horse。
The pious Agaric shared the common hope。 But he still worked to win partisans for the Pretender。 They ought； he said； to lay their foundations upon the bed…rock。
With this design he had an interview with three Trade Union workmen。
In these times the artisans no longer lived； as in the days of the Draconides； under the government of corporations。 They were free； but they had no assured pay。 After having remained isolated from each other for a long time； without help and without support； they had formed themselves into unions。 The coffers of the unions were empty； as it was not the habit of the unionists to pay their subscriptions。 There were unions numbering thirty thousand members； others with a thousand； five hundred； two hundred； and so forth。 Several numbered two or three members only； or even a few less。 But as the lists of adherents were not published； it was not easy to distinguish the great unions from the small ones。
After some dark and indirect steps the pious Agaric was put into communication in a room in the Moulin de la Galette； with comrades Dagobert； Tronc； and Balafille； the secretaries of three unions of which the first numbered fourteen members； the second twenty…four； and the third only one。 Agaric showed extreme cleverness at this interview。
〃Gentlemen；〃 said he； 〃you and I have not； in most respects； the same political and social views； but there are points in which we may come to an understanding。 We have a common enemy。 The government exploits you and despises us。 Help us to overthrow it； we will supply you with the means so far as we are able； and you can in addition count on our gratitude。〃
〃Fork out the tin；〃 said Dagobert。
The Reverend Father placed on the table a bag which the distiller of Conils had given him with tears in his eyes。
〃Done！〃 said the three companions。
Thus was the solemn compact sealed。
As soon as the monk had departed； carrying with him the joy of having won over the masses to his cause； Dagobert； Tronc； and Balafille whistled to their wives； Amelia； Queenie； and Matilda； who were waiting in the street for the signal； and all six holding each other's hands； danced around the bag； singing：
J'ai du bon pognon； Tu n'l'auras pas Chatillon！ Hou！ Hou！ la calotte！
And they ordered a salad…bowl full of warm wine。
In the evening all six went through the street from stall to stall singing their new song。 The song became popular； for the detectives reported that every day showed an increase of the number of workpeople who sang through the slums：
J'ai du bon pognon； Tu n'l'auras pas Chatillon！ Hou！ Hou！ la calotte！
The Dracophil agitation made no progress in the provinces。 The pious Agaric sought to find the cause of this； but was unable to discover it until old Cornemuse revealed it to him。
〃I have proofs；〃 sighed the monk of Conils； 〃that the Duke of Ampoule； the treasurer of the Dracophils； has brought property in Porpoisia with the funds that he received for the propaganda。〃
The party wanted money。 Prince des Boscenos had lost his portfolio in a brawl and he was reduced to painful expedients which were repugnant to his impetuous character。 The Viscountess Olive was expensive。 Cornemuse advised that the monthly allowance of that lady should be diminished。
〃She is very useful to us；〃 objected the pious Agaric。
〃Undoubtedly；〃 answered Cornemuse； 〃but she does us an injury by ruining us。〃
A schism divided the Dracophils。 Misunderstandings reigned in their councils。 Some wished that in accordance with the policy of M。 Bigourd and the pious Agaric； they should carry on the design of reforming the Republic。 Others； wearied by their long constraint； had resolved to proclaim the Dragon's crest and swore to conquer beneath that sign。
The latter urged the advantage of a clear situation and the impossibility of making a pretence much longer； and in truth； the public began to see whither the agitation was tending and that the Emiral's partisans wanted to destroy the very foundations of the Republic。
A report was spread that the prince was to land at La Cirque and make his entry into Alca on a green horse。
These rumours excited the fanatical monks； delighted the poor nobles； satisfied the rich Jewish ladies； and put hope in the hearts of the small traders。 But very few of them were inclined to purchase these benefits at the price of a social catastrophe and the overthrow of the public credit； and there were fewer still who would have risked their money； their peace； their liberty； or a single hour from their pleasures in the business。 On the other hand； the workmen held themselves ready； as ever； to give a day's work to the Republic； and a strong resistance was being formed in the suburbs。
〃The people are with us；〃 the pious Agaric used to say。
However； men； women； and children； when leaving their factories； used to shout with one voice：
A bas Chatillon！ Hou！ Hou！ la calotte！
As for the government； it showed the weakness； indecision； flabbiness； and heedlessness common to all governments； and from which none has ever departed without falling into arbitrariness and violence。 In three words it knew nothing； wanted nothing； and would do nothing。 Formose； shut in his presidential palace； remained blind； dumb； deaf； huge； invisible； wrapped up in his pride as in an eider…down。
Count Olive advised the Dracophils to make a last appeal for funds and to attempt a great stro
