Beadle's New York Dime Library, No. 144 — page 6: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

THE HUNCHBACK' OF NOTRE-DAME. the com had arrived. ; Gringoire > ee ed e more! and the actors ech ne spirit, All sa at onee, what should Master Coppenole the ROE but rise from his seat! and Gringoire stood hear him, ant the breathless attention of the speo- tators; commence this abominable haran **Gen - ~~ te hig esses and fomet Poste © I know not, by t at we are abouthere. Down there; ca yonder sage, I see some mountebanks, who appear disp lcannot tell, whether this is. what you call a mystery; let it be what it will, it is not auvusings thie bang one another with their tongues, Here. have I been waiting this quarter, of an. hour for the first. blow; but nothing comes of it; they are cravens ouly who elop law-each other with = You should have sent to London or Rotterdam and, by my faith, you would have had omeaeen ch. you would have heard all. over. the place; ‘but these paillards are contemptible. They might have given us at least a mo ce or some othermummery. To be sure, nothing was said about that; ve Hm me that 1 should see the Festival et Foo the election of Pope. We have our Fools at. we are not nd your famons city. But the way we do is this ; we collect acrowd; such as there. is here ; then everyone that likes pats bis: head in yn te ree a at the others, and he who makes jo a face hosen pope by acclamation—that’s it. a diverting sight, lassure you. Shall we choose the fashion ty ae untry? . _be , at any rate, than listening tov ose pra- waa y like to come and grin through the Boley wal ,letthem. What you, gentlemen burgesses a hearty laughin the Flemish fashion ; aud we have ugly faces —— among Us tovexpect a capital ——s le oire-would fain have atta but horror, indig- stupe on, deprived him of» utterdnce. Be- ‘he motion of the popular hosier was hailed with such enthusiasm by the citizens, flattered with the ap- es that resistance would have been useless, that he could now do was to resign him- self to the stream. “ ‘CHAPTER V. ( . 8 QuAsBIMODO.*° * geet rose Ss 4 re | ’ ‘In ing Of an eye, everything was réady for carrying into effect tlie'idea of Coppenole. Burgesses, scholars and lawyers’ clerks had fallen to work. The ttle chapel opposite to the marble table was chosen r the scene of the grimaces. Having broken the in’ the pretty little round window over the door, greed that the competitors should fie their } ugh the circle of stone that was left. To en- sh it, two pogsiaaes were brought and on the other. It. was determined that all dates, W eF men or women—for feniales were s—should hide their faces, and keep them covered Ag the moment of exhib Mn them, that ion of the grimace might be the stronger. ite chapel was full of competitors, ut upon them. — e, ordered, directed, super- arrangements. During the uproar, the dinal, not less disconcerted than Gringoire, haying 18eC himself on the lea of business and vespers, ith his retinue; while the crowd, which his tated, was scarcely aware of ume Rym was the on! a tacompowure of his Emin e sun, pursued its e end of the hall, after a ‘in the middle, it was now at the o thelt marble table, the brocaded salvery; tary ie it Aad mre ay of Louis ‘XL 6 field was o every &pecies 0 fun; pe unioge and od poses alone were left. taelf af the windoy dow, with its od eyarusawiady ceping red ey - ith “and puckered up in wrinites, ¢ 83 ‘bo ‘in tne tink sR emperor, caused such —_ laughter th: tal oped bad a “gimace qnedbelsd-atiren Shothet and anothe ed by redoubled shouts of laughter | 6u and the stampings and clatterin igs of merriment. =o crowd was se with a sort of frantic intéxication supernatural kind of fascination, of which it would "be Seboute to convey any idea to the reader. of our own days. Imagine a series of visages Pr ores | present- ing every geometric figure, from the triangle’ to the um—from:the cone to the polyhedron—every human expression, from love to rage; all ages, from the wrinkles of the new-born infant to those of the hag at the tof death ; all the religious phantasmagorias yr unnus to Beelzebub, all the brute profiles, frem the distended jaw to the beak, wa oe the snout of the hog to the muzzle of the bull. oa all the grot- ne heads of the Pont Neuf, those nightmares petri- under the hand of Germain Pilon, suddenly starting into life, and coming one after another to stare you in the face with flaming eyes ; all the masks of the carni- val of Venice ing in sucoession before your eye-glass in a word, a human kaleidoscope. The, orgies became more apd more wtproarious. Teniers could have given but an imperfect idea of the scene. Fancy Salvator Rosa’s battle turned into a bacchanalian piece. There were no to r, follow tinctions of ranks and persons—no longer scholars, ambassadors, men, or women—all were lost in the general license. The great hall was one vast furnace of effrontery and jollity; where every mouth was a cry, | every eye a flash, every face a contortion, every Mdi- | through my garret window. »Widual posture; all was howling and roaring. -The |'I was dreadfully frightened.” t to | crowd issued, like vapor. | Als . oma of his is play: every back was turned eof | tow ent, too, and by the evantien in’ this respect, they , aks pon 1 this uprear, cry y sufficiently grotesque specimen of both |, e| der, and melancholy, nger any dis: | extraordinary which in turn presented them- selves at the window acted like so many brands thrown upon a blazing fire; and from a is effervescent from rnace, 4 sharp, op. hissing noise, as from an ‘ahem ense serpeist. ean while Gringoire, the first. moment. of tee | over, had recovered his spirits; he ne against acvnesity, “Go on!’ said he for the third | time to his speaking machines, the comedians, and | then Heed to and fro, with long strides, before marble table. He almost felt tempted.to exhi ible hiamatt in bis turn at the round window of the chapel, were i but to enjoy the pleasure of grinning at the un populace. But no, said hey mentally, no revenge! that were unworthy of us. Let us, struggle mdnfully to the last: the power of y ia mighty over the popu- seers I will bring them .We shall see which wild uer—the gr es or the belles lettres. . © as, poor Gringoire! he was left to be the an spec D the fat, patient man whom he had pre- if dnp Sery in.a eritical moment was still turned ge th .» As..for etemnitie and. Lienarde vom ong desert to ‘the botto f his heart po | the aauanen of his only spectator, ite went up and spoke to him, at the anes ne gently shaking his — for the faites was leaning upon py ustrade viousl napping al s: “Sir, Grin goire, “J am excet y,obliged., to o ud’ off “ Sir, ” replied the fat mah, with a vaahtt “ for what ?” » 34 ined the poet, “that you are am; | comfortabl y. But, mever ov.s name will be handed down toposterity; may Llask whatitis?’. | “ Renauld Ghatean _ keeper of the seal peoteias of Paris, at your service.”’ +». Sir, you are the only representative of the muses in this assem bly,’’ said Gringoire. oot “ You are tog polite, sir,"’ replied, the kee oa f the seal of the Chatelet. ¥ ‘ per, 9 “Yon are the only’ a resumed G ringdtre, “who Fae ped Bt, any attention to the piece. at_do you “Why, + tell the truth,” answéred the pursy mag- anra,: only half awake, “itis orgy Gringoire was forced to be content mg opinion; for thunders of applause, mingled With prodigionis shouts, cut short their conversation. The Pope of Fools was elected. ‘“‘Huzza! huzza! huzza!” Tinted the people on all sides. It, was, in eee a countenance of miraculous ugli- ness whichat this momentshone forth from the cir- or aperture. Afterall the faces, pen , hex- onal, and heteroclite, that had followe satae her at 8s window, without mi had et * oe of teaque which the cro id. ce | imaginations, it requi ly monstrous grimace which h the ti titude to obtain their su i 4 Cc opens himself applauded; and_Clopin Tro Sago) ce been a candidate—and God knows w tr ugliness his features could attain—co oars chin conqhered. We shall do tlie ae bya to give the reader any idea Ce hat te Yrabedeon 7 oat of that horse-shoe .mouth, of that littl with an eyebrow of carroty ripht was completely overwhelmed Row “puiried ‘by Pan enormous wen; of those irregular te Jagged, and there like the battlements’of : s; of that horny lip, over which one of those tect protru pew like the tusk ofan elephant; of that forked Rthin, over these exqusite fea- tures. Imagine such an object, if you can. The acclamation was unanimous; the crowd rushed to thechapel. The lucky Pope of Fools was brought out in triumph, andit was not tfll then that rise and tion wereat their height; what en mistaken for a grimace was his natural visage; indeed, it pene Me. ager that his whole person was but one pemace " ao ious head was cevered with ved | stles; bets hump, Which wa in front; his thighs and legs were 80 strangely put to- | gether, that they touched at no one int b ut the knees, nd, seen in front, resembled two sickles Prain at the handle feet were immen se, his hands monstrous; all this deformity, there was of ewe able air of strength, agility, and courage, coustit tuting a -ingu- lar exception to the eternal rule, _ PY hich ordains t iat force, as well as beauty, shall restiit from harmony, H looked like a giant who had beea broken in pieces ind ill soldered together. above all, of the expression, pps mixture of spite, Bm iis shoulders rose an enormous | I When this sort of Cyclop appeared on the threshold number, indeed, is but small; but they are a sélect, a of the chapel, motionless, equat, almost as broad as | jetteretl audience. high, “the square of his base,” as a great man expresses it, the tee ee instantly recognized him by his coat, half re ad hal Sa my sprinkled with silver bells, and, more especially, by the perfection of his ugliness, ahd cried ont with one voice: ‘It is Quasimodo, the bell ringer! it is Quasimodo, the haunchback of Notre- Dame ! at the one-eyed | Quasimodo, the bandy-le oh wad ‘Hurrah! hurrah!’ The poor fellow, it seem ad plenty of surnames to choose among. “Let breeding women take care of themselves!’ cried the scholars. The women actually covered their faces. “Oh, the ugly ape!” cried one. ‘And as mischievous 4s ugly,” said another. «“’'Tis the devil himself!’ exeliined a third. “Tam so unlucky as to live. near Notre-Dame, I hear him at night prow ling about in a ” “ What! with the cats? “He is always on our roofs.” ‘The other night he came and ed at me I thought it was a man; and | Meda wits ee |B counterbalanced by a, protuberance | he: 6 : “Tam emocbnat 08 te wish ‘Sabbaths. He once left a b ty gener . . a Pet that Daa, “3 3 The ~ wht on the contrary, re! was no end to use. Qu | of all - tumult, was still standing « chapel, gloomy an ware —- popular admiration when up close vores and laughed | rae tothe y ~ modo, wit hout u waist, and hurled him to the distance of load ‘paces among the crowd, Master Coppenole tonighed at the feat, ap hed him. “hy te rood " heexclaimed. “ Holy Fa Father ! why thou art the finest piece of ugliness I ever beheld. Thou deservest to be ~~ at Rome.as well as at Paris.’’ As he thus spoke, y clapped his hand on the monster's ee et stir. Coppenole’con tinned : Mets I eae fo. ve a tussle with | ouzain of -twelve to yest th ae - Quasimodo made no» ~ & hat tne dd ihe hosier, ‘tart thow deaf ?’’ - we tad ally was deaf. ' Presently, beginning to feel annoyed .by m ole’s manner, he turned suddenly toward him w ae Flemish giant redoiled, li midable a grin that the ak cirele of, or and Tak bu from @ ¢ having a ap esata 7 this strange personag old my vasyerne Gappendla.: that, Wa Grote Moers ath is obtaly radius Sonieih fifteen geomet to paces, wae ane h “uttering a word, caught him. up by the , ; ‘tesay 3 brother's b tiger datas 8 Ri cars mode | P “ Confound thee, fellow ts. he “dl “Robin Bousse ‘pain, ‘He walks—he is bandy- eyed, You talk to a¢hing all over from t ; effects of his fall. appears—he is hunchbacked. legged. He looks at you—he is qne- him—he is deaf! And what use does make Of his tongue, I wonder ?” oe A “He can talk when he likes,” ‘said the ola: ebentntt pAnhan of deaf with ringing the bells. He is not um v '“He wants thiat quilification, then, obsbrved Jehan. added Rebim this Poly phenms “And he has an eye too much, « Ponssepain. “Not so!’ rejoined Jehan, tartly ; “a one-eyed mw is ere incomplete than ‘one who ia’ blind.” Meanwhile all the mendicants, vs, - the Cupane 6 ee om of the a sch che to ts" the reom ti e astebounl pe and the he Pope odo suffered them to be yet upon hé with Sand of prond docility. He was then in to sit down on a party<olored” litters» } officers of the Fraternity of Fools wet nw thet shoulders ; and a sort of @isdainful exulta sbepeut r- spread the morose coun of the Cyclop, when he saw beneath his feet all thore ienae % ‘of ate seengeet, handsome. well-shaped men. ts ~ sage t | ged p sion then moved off, custoni, through the galleries — Pe the interior of the alace, before it paraded as streets and public places: of the city. afin | 228 ' CHAPTER VI. ° 1 ots LA ESMERALDA =. |) ol kr great satisfaction in apprising the reader t during in whole o ape ale and his had maintained their actors, egged. ts had continued the hoe of his com- ou d he had continued to List sen no i with of the aproar, he was determined Pe roa it, not despairing of being able to Soda of the public. This glim pen bh hay =r b in, ene he saw Quasimodo, he Ben re pe- rous retitiue of the Po ¢ Fool, "Ne the hall. The crowd 2 d out atter eter ‘Excellent! “ suid. ‘we shall et rid of alb those troublesome knaves.’ Uujickily oe + were the vg In the twinkling of an eye the great hall Was é pty o. tell the truth, a few spectators bes Piingered be- hind, some dispersed, oth round the pil- eke old men, Wo , or chi een had had enongh i Som ot scholars, too, po) igh geo x © g pupils ce of the window 8, where they tna a good view of the Place. ‘Well, thought Gringoire, there are quite as many as want to hear the conclusion of my mystery. Their At that momenta |! symphony destined to produce a. striking effect at the arrival of the Holy Virgin, was not: forthcouting. Gringoire perceived th ¢ his musicians had been pressed into the service of’ ession of the Pope of Poche “Skip that,” said tte, with the com- posure of a § toic. a ten roached a knot of citizens who seemed to be talking Pe sout his play. The fragment of'their conver- sation which he overheard was asfollows: © “Master Cheneteau, you know the hotel de Navarre, which belonged to Monsieur de rg te od “Yes; opposite to the chapel ot Bra “Well ! the exchequer has just leased it hy Guillaume Alexandre, the histor ‘y-writer, for six livres éight sols parisis per annum.” > “How rents are rising !"’ “Bah!” ejaculated Gringoire with” a & sigh the others are listening at any rate.’ “ Comrades,” all at Once shonted "one of the scapegraces in the window s, “La Esmeralda, La ralda in the Place !” This intimation produced a mingio effect. All who oung. me- 0)(0\(6) ae tar