The Devils Pool

The Devil's Pool, by George Sand

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THE ROMANCISTS
GEORGE SAND
THE DEVIL'S POOL

[Illustration: Chapter V
He saw my little Marie watching her three sheep on the common land. ]

BIBLIOTHÈQUE DES CHEFS-D'OEUVRE
DU ROMAN CONTEMPORAIN
THE DEVIL'S POOL
GEORGE SAND
PRINTED FOR SUBSCRIBERS ONLY BY GEORGE BARRIE &
SONS, Philadelphia
COPYRIGHT, 1901, BY GEORGE BARRIE & SON

THIS EDITION OF
THE DEVIL'S POOL
HAS BEEN COMPLETELY TRANSLATED
BY
GEORGE B. IVES
THE ETCHINGS AND DRAWINGS ARE BY
EDMOND RUDAUX

NOTICE
When I began, with The Devil's Pool, a series of rustic pictures which I
proposed to collect under the title of The Hemp-Beater's Tales, I had no

theory, no purpose to effect a revolution in literature. No one can bring
about a revolution by himself alone, and there are revolutions,
especially in matters of art, which mankind accomplishes without any
very clear idea how it is done, because everybody takes a hand in them.
But this is not applicable to the romance of rustic manners: it has
existed in all ages and under all forms, sometimes pompous, sometimes
affected, sometimes artless. I have said, and I say again here: the dream
of a country-life has always been the ideal of cities, aye, and of courts. I
have done nothing new in following the incline that leads civilized man
back to the charms of primitive life. I have not intended to invent a new
language or to create a new style. I have been assured of the contrary in
a large number of feuilletons, but I know better than any one what to
think about my own plans, and I am always astonished that the critics
dig so deep for them, when the simplest ideas, the most commonplace
incidents, are the only inspirations to which the products of art owe
their being. As for The Devil's Pool in particular, the incident that I
have related in the preface, an engraving of Holbein's that had made an
impression upon me, and a scene from real life that came under my
eyes at the same moment, in sowing time,--those were what impelled
me to write this modest tale, the scene of which is laid amid humble
localities that I used to visit every day. If any one asks me my purpose
in writing it, I shall reply that I desired to do a very simple and very
touching thing, and that I have not succeeded as I hoped. I have seen, I
have felt the beautiful in the simple, but to see and to depict are two
different things! The most that the artist can hope to do is to induce
those who have eyes to look with him. Therefore, my friends, look at
simple things, look at the sky and the fields and the trees and the
peasants, especially at what is good and true in them: you will see them
to a slight extent in my book, you will see them much better in nature.
GEORGE SAND.
NOHANT, April 12, 1851.

THE DEVIL'S POOL

I
THE AUTHOR TO THE READER
A la sueur de ton visaige Tu gagnerois ta pauvre vie, Après long travail
et usaige, Voicy la mort qui te convie.[1]
The quatrain in old French written below one of Holbein's pictures is
profoundly sad in its simplicity. The engraving represents a ploughman
driving his plough through a field. A vast expanse of country stretches
away in the distance, with some poor cabins here and there; the sun is
setting behind the hill. It is the close of a hard day's work. The peasant
is a short, thick-set man, old, and clothed in rags. The four horses that
he urges forward are thin and gaunt; the ploughshare is buried in rough,
unyielding soil. A single figure is joyous and alert in that scene of
sweat and toil. It is a fantastic personage, a skeleton armed with a whip,
who runs in the furrow beside the terrified horses and belabors them,
thus serving the old husbandman as ploughboy. This spectre, which
Holbein has introduced allegorically in the succession of philosophical
and religious subjects, at once lugubrious and burlesque, entitled the
Dance of Death, is Death itself.
In that