Wandering Jew - Complete

Sue, Eugene

• Publisher: pubOne.info
• Year: 2010
• eBook ISBN: 9782819947745
• Topic: Literatur
• Subtopic: Altertumswissenschaften

pubOne.info present you this wonderfully illustrated edition. A NOTE ON THE AUTHOR OF THE WANDERING JEW: EUGENE SUE (1804-1857) Time and again physicians and seamen have made noteworthy reputations as novelists. But it is rare in the annals of literature that a man trained in both professions should have gained his greatest fame as a writer of novels. Eugene Sue began his career as a physician and surgeon, and then spent six years in the French Navy. In 1830, when he returned to France, he inherited his father's rich estate and was free to follow his inclination to write. His first novel, "e;Plick et Plock"e;, met with an unexpected success, and he at once foreswore the arts of healing and navigation for the precarious life of a man of letters. With varying success he produced books from his inexhaustible store of personal experiences as a doctor and sailor. In 1837, he wrote an authoritative work on the French Navy, "e;Histoire de la marine Francaise"e;.

CHAPTER I. MOROK.

The month of October, 1831, draws to its close.

Though it is still day, a brass lamp, with four burners, illumines the cracked walls of a large loft, whose solitary window is closed against outer light. A ladder, with its top rungs coming up through an open trap leads to it.

Here and there at random on the floor lie iron chains, spiked collars, saw-toothed snaffles, muzzles bristling with nails, and long iron rods set in wooden handles. In one corner stands a portable furnace, such as tinkers use to melt their spelter; charcoal and dry chips fill it, so that a spark would suffice to kindle this furnace in a minute.

Not far from this collection of ugly instruments, putting one in mind of a torturer's kit of tools, there are some articles of defence and offence of a bygone age. A coat of mail, with links so flexible, close, and light, that it resembles steel tissue, hangs from a box beside iron cuishes and arm-pieces, in good condition, even to being properly fitted with straps. A mace, and two long three-cornered-headed pikes, with ash handles, strong, and light at the same time; spotted with lately-shed blood, complete the armory, modernized somewhat by the presence of two Tyrolese rifles, loaded and primed.

Along with this arsenal of murderous weapons and out-of-date instruments, is strangely mingled a collection of very different objects, being small glass-lidded boxes, full of rosaries, chaplets, medals, AGNUS DEI, holy water bottles, framed pictures of saints, etc. , not to forget a goodly number of those chapbooks, struck off in Friburg on coarse bluish paper, in which you can hear about miracles of our own time, or “Jesus Christ's Letter to a true believer, ” containing awful predictions, as for the years 1831 and '32, about impious revolutionary France.

One of those canvas daubs, with which strolling showmen adorn their booths, hangs from a rafter, no doubt to prevent its being spoilt by too long rolling up. It bore the following legend:

"THE DOWNRIGHT TRUE AND MOST MEMORABLE CONVERSION OF IGNATIUS MOROK,

KNOWN AS THE PROPHET, HAPPENING IN FRIBURG, 1828TH YEAR OF GRACE. "

This picture, of a size larger than natural, of gaudy color, and in bad taste, is divided into three parts, each presenting an important phase in the life of the convert, surnamed “The Prophet. ” In the first, behold a long-bearded man, the hair almost white, with uncouth face, and clad in reindeer skin, like the Siberian savage. His black foreskin cap is topped with a raven's head; his features express terror. Bent forward in his sledge, which half-a-dozen huge tawny dogs draw over the snow, he is fleeing from the pursuit of a pack of foxes, wolves, and big bears, whose gaping jaws, and formidable teeth, seem quite capable of devouring man, sledge, and dogs, a hundred times over. Beneath this section, reads:

“IN 1810, MOROK, THE IDOLATER, FLED FROM WILD BEASTS. ”

In the second picture, Morok, decently clad in a catechumen's white gown kneels, with clasped hands, to a man who wears a white neckcloth, and flowing black robe. In a corner, a tall angel, of repulsive aspect, holds a trumpet in one hand, and flourishes a flaming sword with the other, while the words which follow flow out of his mouth, in red letters on a black ground:

"MOROK, THE IDOLATER, FLED FROM WILD BEASTS; BUT WILD BEASTS WILL FLEE

FROM IGNATIUS MOROK, CONVERTED AND BAPTIZED IN FRIBURG. "

Thus, in the last compartment, the new convert proudly, boastfully, and triumphantly parades himself in a flowing robe of blue; head up, left arm akimbo, right hand outstretched, he seems to scare the wits out of a multitude of lions, tigers, hyenas, and bears, who, with sheathed claws, and masked teeth, crouch at his feet, awestricken, and submissive.

Under this, is the concluding moral:

“IGNATIUS MOROK BEING CONVERTED, WILD BEASTS CROUCH BEFORE HIM. ”

Not far from this canvas are several parcels of halfpenny books, likewise from the Friburg press, which relate by what an astounding miracle Morok, the Idolater, acquired a supernatural power almost divine, the moment he was converted— a power which the wildest animal could not resist, and which was testified to every day by the lion tamer's performances, “given less to display his courage than to show his praise unto the Lord. ”

Through the trap-door which opens into the loft, reek up puffs of a rank, sour, penetrating odor. From time to time are heard sonorous growls and deep breathings, followed by a dull sound, as of great bodies stretching themselves heavily along the floor.

A man is alone in this loft. It is Morok, the tamer of wild beasts, surnamed the Prophet.

He is forty years old, of middle height, with lank limbs, and an exceedingly spare frame; he is wrapped in a long, blood-red pelisse, lined with black fur; his complexion, fair by nature is bronzed by the wandering life he has led from childhood; his hair, of that dead yellow peculiar to certain races of the Polar countries, falls straight and stiff down his shoulders; and his thin, sharp, hooked nose, and prominent cheek-bones, surmount a long beard, bleached almost to whiteness. Peculiarly marking the physiognomy of this man is the wide open eye, with its tawny pupil ever encircled by a rim of white. This fixed, extraordinary look, exercises a real fascination over animals— which, however, does not prevent the Prophet from also employing, to tame them, the terrible arsenal around him.

Seated at a table, he has just opened the false bottom of a box, filled with chaplets and other toys, for the use of the devout. Beneath this false bottom, secured by a secret lock, are several sealed envelopes, with no other address than a number, combined with a letter of the alphabet. The Prophet takes one of these packets, conceals it in the pocket of his pelisse, and, closing the secret fastening of the false bottom, replaces the box upon a shelf.

This scene occurs about four o'clock in the afternoon, in the White Falcon, the only hostelry in the little village of Mockern, situated near Leipsic, as you come from the north towards France.

After a few moments, the loft is shaken by a hoarse roaring from below.

“Judas! be quiet! ” exclaims the Prophet, in a menacing tone, as he turns his head towards the trap door.

Another deep growl is heard, formidable as distant thunder.

“Lie down, Cain! ” cries Morok, starting from his seat.

A third roar, of inexpressible ferocity, bursts suddenly on the ear.

“Death! Will you have done, ” cries the Prophet, rushing towards the trap door, and addressing a third invisible animal, which bears this ghastly name.

Notwithstanding the habitual authority of his voice— notwithstanding his reiterated threats— the brute-tamer cannot obtain silence: on the contrary, the barking of several dogs is soon added to the roaring of the wild beasts. Morok seizes a pike, and approaches the ladder; he is about to descend, when he sees some one issuing from the aperture.

The new-comer has a brown, sun-burnt face; he wears a gray hat, bell crowned and broad-brimmed, with a short jacket, and wide trousers of green cloth; his dusty leathern gaiters show that he has walked some distance; a game-bag is fastened by straps to his back.

“The devil take the brutes! ” cried he, as he set foot on the floor; “one would think they'd forgotten me in three days. Judas thrust his paw through the bars of his cage, and Death danced like a fury. They don't know me any more, it seems? ”

This was said in German. Morok answered in the same language, but with a slightly foreign accent.

“Good or bad news, Karl? ” he inquired, with some uneasiness.

“Good news. ”

“You've met them! ”

“Yesterday; two leagues from Wittenberg. ”

“Heaven be praised! ” cried Morok, clasping his hands with intense satisfaction.

“Oh, of course, 'tis the direct road from Russia to France, 'twas a thousand to one that we should find them somewhere between Wittenberg and Leipsic. ”

“And the description? ”

“Very close: two young girls in mourning; horse, white; the old man has long moustache, blue forage-cap; gray topcoat and a Siberian dog at his heels. ”

“And where did you leave them? ”

“A league hence. They will be here within the hour. ”

“And in this inn— since it is the only one in the village, ” said Morok, with a pensive air.

“And night drawing on, ” added Karl.

“Did you get the old man to talk? ”

“Him! — you don't suppose it! ”

“Why not? ”

“Go, and try yourself. ”

“And for what reason? ”

“Impossible. ”

“Impossible— why? ”

“You shall know all about it. Yesterday, as if I had fallen in with them by chance, I followed them to the place where they stopped for the night. I spoke in German to the tall old man, accosting him, as is usual with wayfarers, 'Good-day, and a pleasant journey, comrade! ' But, for an answer, he looked askant at me, and pointed with, the end of his stick to the other side of the road. ”

“He is a Frenchman, and, perhaps, does not understand German. ”

“He speaks it, at least as well as you; for at the inn I heard him ask the host for whatever he and the young girls wanted. ”

“And did you not again attempt to engage him in conversation? ”

“Once only; but I met with such a rough reception, that for fear of making mischief, I did not try again. Besides, between ourselves, I can tell you this man has a devilish ugly look; believe me, in spite of his gray moustache, he looks so vigorous and resolute, though with no more flesh on him than a carcass, that I don't know whether he or my mate Giant Goliath, would have the best of it in a struggle. I know not your plans: only take care, master— take care! ”

“My black panther of Java was also very vigorous and very vicious, ” said Morok, with a grim, disdainful, smile.

“What, Death? Yes; in truth; and she is vigorous and vicious as ever. Only to you she is almost mild. ”

“And thus I will break this tall old man; notwithstanding his strength and surliness. ”

“Humph! humph! be on your guard, master. You are clever, you are as brave as any one; but, believe me, you will never make a lamb out of the old wolf that will be here presently. ”

“Does not my lion, Cain— does not my tiger, Judas, crouch in terror before me? ”

“Yes, I believe you there— because you have means— ”

“Because I have faith: that is all— and it is all, ” said Morok, imperiously interrupting Karl, and accompanying these words with such a look, that the other hung his head and was silent.

“Why should not he whom the Lord upholds in his struggle with wild beasts, be also upheld in his struggle with men, when those men are perverse and impious? ” added the Prophet, with a triumphant, inspired air.

Whether from belief in his master's conviction, or from inability to engage in a controversy with him on so delicate a subject, Karl answered the Prophet, humbly: “you are wiser than I am, master; what you do must be well done. ”

“Did you follow this old man and these two young girls all day long? ” resumed the Prophet, after a moment's silence.

“Yes; but at a distance. As I know the country well, I sometimes cut across a valley, sometimes over a hill, keeping my eye upon the road, where they were always to be seen. The last time I saw them, I was hid behind the water-mill by the potteries. As they were on the highway for this place, and night was drawing on, I quickened my pace to get here before them, and be the bearer of what you call good news. ”

“Very good— yes— very good: and you shall be rewarded; for if these people had escaped me— ”

The Prophet started, and did not conclude the sentence. The expression of his face, and the tones of his voice, indicated the importance of the intelligence which had just been brought him.

“In truth, ” rejoined Karl, “it may be worth attending to; for that Russian courier, all plastered with lace, who came, without slacking bridle, from St. Petersburg to Leipsic, only to see you, rode so fast, perhaps, for the purpose— ”

Morok abruptly interrupted Karl, and said:

“Who told you that the arrival of the courier had anything to do with these travellers? You are mistaken; you should only know what I choose to tell you. ”

“Well, master, forgive me, and let's say no more about it. So! I will get rid of my game-bag, and go help Goliath to feed the brutes, for their supper time draws ...

Table of contents

• THE WANDERING JEW
• THE WANDERING JEW.
• CHAPTER I. MOROK.
• CHAPTER II. THE TRAVELLERS.
• CHAPTER III. THE ARRIVAL.
• CHAPTER IV. MOROK and DAGOBERT
• CHAPTER V. ROSE AND BLANCHE.
• CHAPTER VI. THE SECRET.
• CHAPTER VII. THE TRAVELER.
• CHAPTER VIII. EXTRACTS FROM GENERAL SIMON'S DIARY.
• CHAPTER IX. THE CAGES.
• CHAPTER X. THE SURPRISE.
• CHAPTER XI. JOVIAL and DEATH.
• CHAPTER XII. THE BURGOMASTER.
• CHAPTER XIII. THE JUDGEMENT.
• CHAPTER XIV. THE DECISION.
• CHAPTER XV. THE DESPATCHES.
• CHAPTER XVI. THE ORDERS.
• BOOK II. INTERVAL.—THE WANDERING JEW'S SENTENCE.
• INTERVAL.
• CHAPTER XVII. THE AJOUPA.
• CHAPTER XVIII. THE TATTOOING
• CHAPTER XIX. THE SMUGGLER
• CHAPTER XX. M. JOSHUA VAN DAEL.
• CHAPTER XXI. THE RUINS OF TCHANDI. To the storm in the middle of the
• CHAPTER XXII. THE AMBUSCADE
• CHAPTER XXIII. M. RODIN.
• CHAPTER XXIV. THE TEMPEST
• CHAPTER XXV. THE SHIPWRECK.
• CHAPTER XXVI. THE DEPARTURE FOR PARIS.
• CHAPTER XXVII. DAGOBERT'S WIFE.
• CHAPTER XXVIII. THE SISTER OF THE BACCHANAL QUEEN.
• CHAPTER XXIX. AGRICOLA BAUDOIN.
• CHAPTER XXX. THE RETURN.
• CHAPTER XXXI. AGRICOLA AND MOTHER BUNCH.
• CHAPTER XXXII. THE AWAKENING.
• CHAPTER XXXIII. THE PAVILION.
• CHAPTER XXXIV. ADRIENNE AT HER TOILET.
• CHAPTER XXXV. THE INTERVIEW.
• BOOK III.
• CHAPTER XXXVI. A FEMALE JESUIT.
• CHAPTER XXXVII. THE PLOT.
• CHAPTER XXXVIII. ADRIENNE'S ENEMIES.
• CHAPTER XXXIX. THE SKIRMISH.
• CHAPTER XL. THE REVOLT
• CHAPTER XLI. TREACHERY.
• CHAPTER XLII. THE SNARE.
• CHAPTER XLIII. A FALSE FRIEND.
• CHAPTER XLIV. THE MINISTER'S CABINET.
• CHAPTER XLV. THE VISIT.
• CHAPTER XLVI. PRESENTIMENTS.
• CHAPTER XLVII. THE LETTER.
• CHAPTER XLVIII. THE CONFESSIONAL
• CHAPTER XLIX. MY LORD AND SPOIL-SPORT.
• CHAPTER L. APPEARANCES.
• CHAPTER LI. THE CONVENT.
• CHAPTER LII. THE INFLUENCE OF A CONFESSOR.
• CHAPTER LIII. THE EXAMINATION.
• BOOK IV.
• CHAPTER I. THE MASQUERADE.
• CHAPTER II. THE CONTRAST.
• CHAPTER III. THE CAROUSE.
• CHAPTER IV. THE FAREWELL
• CHAPTER V. FLORINE.
• CHAPTER VI. MOTHER SAINTE-PERPETUE.
• CHAPTER VII. THE TEMPTATION.
• CHAPTER VIII. MOTHER BUNCH AND MDLLE. DE CARDOVILLE.
• CHAPTER IX. THE ENCOUNTERS.
• CHAPTER X. THE MEETING.
• CHAPTER XI. DISCOVERIES.
• CHAPTER XII. THE PENAL CODE.
• CHAPTER XIII. BURGLARY.
• BOOK V.
• CHAPTER XIV. THE EVE OF A GREAT DAY.
• CHAPTER XV. THE THUG.
• CHAPTER XVI. THE TWO BROTHERS OF THE GOOD WORK.
• CHAPTER XVII. THE HOUSE IN THE RUE SAINT-FRANCOIS.
• CHAPTER XVIII. DEBIT AND CREDIT.
• CHAPTER XIX. THE HEIR
• CHAPTER XX. THE RUPTURE.
• CHAPTER XXI. THE CHANGE.
• CHAPTER XXII. THE RED ROOM.
• CHAPTER XXIII. THE TESTAMENT.
• CHAPTER XXIV. THE LAST STROKE OF NOON.
• CHAPTER XXV. THE DEED OF GIFT.
• BOOK VI.
• CHAPTER XXVI. A GOOD GENIUS.
• CHAPTER XXVII. THE FIRST LAST, AND THE LAST FIRST.
• CHAPTER XXVIII. THE STRANGER.
• CHAPTER XXIX. THE DEN.
• CHAPTER XXX. AN UNEXPECTED VISIT.
• CHAPTER XXXI. FRIENDLY SERVICES.
• CHAPTER XXXII. THE ADVICE.
• CHAPTER XXXIII. THE ACCUSER.
• CHAPTER XXXIV. FATHER D'AIGRIGNY'S SECRETARY.
• CHAPTER XXXV. SYMPATHY.
• CHAPTER XXXVI. SUSPICIONS.
• CHAPTER XXXVII. EXCUSES.
• CHAPTER XXXVIII. REVELATIONS.
• CHAPTER XXXIX. PIERRE SIMON.
• BOOK VII.
• CHAPTER XL. THE EAST INDIAN IN PARIS.
• CHAPTER XLI. RISING.
• CHAPTER XLII. DOUBTS.
• CHAPTER XLIII. THE LETTER.
• CHAPTER XLIV. ADRIENNE AND DJALMA.
• CHAPTER XLV. THE CONSULTATION.
• CHAPTER XLVI. MOTHER BUNCH'S DIARY.
• CHAPTER XLVII. THE DIARY CONTINUED.
• CHAPTER XLVIII. THE DISCOVERY.
• CHAPTER XLIX. THE TRYSTING-PLACE OF THE WOLVES.
• CHAPTER L. THE COMMON DWELLING-HOUSE
• CHAPTER LI. THE SECRET.
• CHAPTER LII. REVELATIONS.
• BOOK VIII.
• CHAPTER I. THE WANDERING JEW'S CHASTISEMENT.
• CHAPTER II. THE DESCENDANTS OF THE WANDERING JEW.
• CHAPTER III. THE ATTACK.
• CHAPTER IV. THE WOLVES AND THE DEVOURERS.
• CHAPTER V. THE RETURN.
• CHAPTER VI. THE GO-BETWEEN.
• CHAPTER VII. ANOTHER SECRET.
• CHAPTER VIII. THE CONFESSION.
• CHAPTER IX. LOVE.
• CHAPTER X. THE EXECUTION.
• CHAPTER XI. THE CHAMPS-ELYSEES
• CHAPTER XII. BEHIND THE SCENES.
• CHAPTER XIII. UP WITH THE CURTAIN.
• CHAPTER XIV. DEATH.
• BOOK IX.
• CHAPTER XV. THE CONSTANT WANDERER.
• CHAPTER XVI. THE LUNCHEON.
• CHAPTER XVII. RENDERING THE ACCOUNT.
• CHAPTER XVIII. THE SQUARE OF NOTRE DAME.
• CHAPTER XIX. THE CHOLERA MASQUERADE.(39)
• CHAPTER XX. THE DEFIANCE.
• CHAPTER XXI. BRANDY TO THE RESCUE.
• CHAPTER XXII. MEMORIES.
• CHAPTER XXIII. THE POISONER.
• CHAPTER XXIV. IN THE CATHEDRAL.
• CHAPTER XXV. THE MURDERERS.
• CHAPTER XXVI. THE PATIENT.
• CHAPTER XXVII. THE LURE.
• CHAPTER XXVIII. GOOD NEWS.
• CHAPTER XXIX. THE OPERATION.
• CHAPTER XXX. THE TORTURE.
• CHAPTER XXXI. VICE AND VIRTUE.
• CHAPTER XXXII. SUICIDE.
• BOOK X.
• CHAPTER XXXIII. CONFESSIONS.
• CHAPTER XXXIV. MORE CONFESSIONS.
• CHAPTER XXXV. THE RIVALS.
• CHAPTER XXXVI. THE INTERVIEW.
• CHAPTER XXXVII. SOOTHING WORDS.
• CHAPTER XXXVIII. THE TWO CARRIAGES.
• CHAPTER XXXIX. THE APPOINTMENT.
• CHAPTER XL. ANXIETY.
• CHAPTER XLI. ADRIENNE AND DJALMA.
• CHAPTER XLII. “THE IMITATION.”
• CHAPTER XLIII. PRAYER.
• CHAPTER XLIV. REMEMBRANCES.
• CHAPTER XLV. THE BLOCKHEAD
• CHAPTER XLVI. THE ANONYMOUS LETTERS.
• CHAPTER XLVII. THE GOLDEN CITY.
• CHAPTER XLVIII. THE STUNG LION.
• CHAPTER XLIX. THE TEST.
• BOOK XI.
• EPILOGUE.
• CHAPTER L. THE RUINS OF THE ABBEY OF ST. JOHN THE BAPTIST.
• CHAPTER LI. THE CALVARY.
• CHAPTER LII. THE COUNCIL.
• CHAPTER LIII. HAPPINESS.
• CHAPTER LIV. DUTY.
• CHAPTER LV. THE IMPROVISED HOSPITAL
• CHAPTER LVI. HYDROPHOBIA.
• CHAPTER LVII. THE GUARDIAN ANGEL.
• CHAPTER LVIII. RUIN.
• CHAPTER LIX. MEMORIES.
• CHAPTER LX. THE ORDEAL.
• CHAPTER LXI. AMBITION.
• CHAPTER LXII. TO A SOCIUS, A SOCIUS AND A HALF.
• CHAPTER LXIII. FARINGHEA'S AFFECTION.
• CHAPTER LXIV. AN EVENING AT SAINTE-COLOMBE'S.
• CHAPTER LXV. THE NUPTIAL BED.
• CHAPTER LXVI. A DUEL TO THE DEATH.
• CHAPTER LXVII. A MESSAGE.
• CHAPTER LXVIII. THE FIRST OF JUNE.
• EPILOGUE.
• CHAPTER II. THE REDEMPTION.
• Copyright