there lurked monstrous armies of bats who, when
thirsty, consumed human blood by the gallon. There
was also the Baumo de la Masco Taven, the abode of a
yellow-eyed sorceress whose spells were particularly
unpleasant. And an imp there was who stuck pins
in your pillow — points upward of course — and who
lived by himself in a place with a very high-sounding
name: Lou Corredou de PEsperit Fantasti! But what
about the haunt of the grisly nightmare, the horrid
Cafourno de la Chaucho Viejo? This indeed was a
spot it were best to avoid, lest the nightmare leap out
and start to pursue you; nor must you mention
its name after dark, lest the nightmare come in at your
bedroom window! And then there was the Pas de
TAgneu Negre, that hoof print of the little black lamb
of Satan — it was not a great distance from the Oulo
di Set Cat where the seven unholy felines made
merry. And if you should chance to be off your guard,
you might find yourself drowning in the Gourgareu
Infernau, which, Eusebe explained, was an aqueduct
of hell, and so placed that it constantly trapped pious
Christians.
Eusebe's blue-white eye that was blind, would
appear to gleam luminously through the shadows, as
though it were possessed of latent sight, seeing much
that was hidden away from its fellow; .while his voice,
which vibrated all over the room, would seem to call
forth an uncanny echo.
6HeiP he would exclaim, 'There are wonderful
things to be found everywhere in our land of Provence!5
Then Christophe would move a little nearer to
Jan, and Jan would move a little nearer to Christophe,
and Loup would move a little nearer to them both,
so that in the end they would be huddled together;
while the Autumn dusk would abruptly give place to
the uncompromising southern nightfall. Eusebe would
light his malodorous lamp which but served to accen-