Chapter 229 Five things that history comes from but are unknown to history

Towards the end of April everything became serious.Brewing became boiling.Here and there, from 1830 onwards, there had been small local disturbances, which were put out at once, but which were followed by signs of a great confluence of subterranean currents.A great upheaval is imminent.There are already looming signs of a possible revolution.France looks at Paris, and Paris looks at Saint-Antoine. In the suburbs of San Antonio, the darkness has long been hot and is about to boil. Those beverage shops on Charonne Street are serious and surging, although it seems a bit special to talk about those shops with these two sets of adjectives together.

In those places, people don't care about the government at all or at all.There people openly discussed "the question of whether to fight or to stay still".In some of the back rooms of those shops, some workers were being heard taking an oath: "Run out into the street as soon as you hear the call for alarm, and throw yourself into battle without asking how many enemies there are." After taking the oath, a man sitting in the shop The man in the corner would "open his voice" and say: "You agree! You swear!" Sometimes the man would go to a closed room on the first floor and hold a similar secret ceremony there. Rituals used by organizations.The man taught the newcomer to make a promise: "Serve him as you would a parent." It was a formula.

In those low halls someone was reading "subversive" pamphlets. "They offended the government," said a secret report at the time. In those places it is common to hear things like: "I don't know the names of the chiefs. We won't know the date until the last two hours." A workman is saying: "There are three hundred of us, ten For a sous, there would be a hundred and fifty francs for the manufacture of bullets and gunpowder." Another worker said: "I don't expect six months, nor two months. In less than two weeks we will be with The government is face-to-face. With 25,000 people, you can fight." Another said: "I never sleep because I make bullets all night." Some "bourgeois-looking people in beautiful clothes" from time to time Come to "show style", "point the finger" and shake hands with those "important characters", and then leave.They never stay longer than ten minutes.Meaningful words were whispered: "The arrangement is done, the matter is over." The words of one who was there at the time: "All the people there were buzzing that way." The sentiment was so excited that One day a worker yelled at a shop full of people: "We have no weapons!" To which one of his comrades replied: "The soldiers do!"One intelligence also said: "The more important secrets, they don't communicate in those places." Others don't quite understand what they are hiding after saying what they said.

Those meetings are sometimes held on a regular basis.In some meetings there were never more than eight or ten people, and it was always the same number.In other meetings, anyone can participate at will, and the venue is so crowded that some people have to stand.Some people attended the meeting out of passion and fanaticism, and some because "that's the way to find a job."As in the Revolution, there were patriotic women in those drink shops, embracing the newcomers. Something else of interest also emerged. A man walked into a drink shop, and after drinking, he walked out of the shop and said, "Liquor owner, the debt is owed, and the Revolutionary Council will pay for it."

Revolutionary workers were often picked at the house of a liquor store owner across the street from Charonne.Ballots are cast in caps. Some workers met at the home of a fencing teacher in Curter Street.Various weapons are displayed in his home: wooden swords, sticks, sticks, foil swords.One day, they took off all the coverings on the heads of the foils.Said one of the workmen, "We were twenty-five, but they didn't count me, because they looked upon me as an idiot." Little things that had been thought out in advance gradually spread.A woman sweeping the front steps said to another: "Everyone is already running for bullets." Proclamations to the National Guards of the provinces were read to the crowds in the street.There is a manifesto signed by "The Wine Merchant, Bourtoux".

One day, in front of a liquor store in the Lenoir market, a bearded man with an Italian accent was standing on a corner stone, reading aloud a proclamation that seemed to have been issued by a secret power organization.Crowds of people gathered around him and applauded him.The passages which most excited the audience were collected and recorded: "...our doctrines were banned, our manifestos were torn up, our propagandists were spied on and imprisoned..." "... recently The chaos in the cotton yarn market has convinced us many of the centrists..." "...the future of the people will be managed by our dismal ranks..." "...the question is this: reaction or reaction, revolution or counter-revolution. Because, in our time, people no longer recognize the existence of inaction or immobility. For the people or against the people, that is the question. There is nothing else." "... until one day you feel that we are no longer suitable Your request is over, just crush us, but before that, please help us move forward." All this was said publicly.

Others, which were more daring, aroused the suspicion of the people precisely because of their audacity.On April 4, 1832, a man in the street jumped onto a corner stone at the corner of St. Margaret's Street and cried: "I am a Babeufian!" The stink of Gisquet was smelt from below the Babeuf. The man also said many things, including this passage: "Down with private property! Leftist opposition is shameless and duplicity. When they want to show themselves right, they preach revolution. But, in order not to lose, they call themselves democrats, and in order not to fight, they call themselves Royalists. The republicans are feathered animals. Watch out for the republicans, working citizens."

"Shut up, spy citizen!" cried one of the workers. This cry blocked the speech. There were also some inexplicable things that happened. When it was getting dark, a workman met a "well-dressed man" near the canal and said to him: "Where are you going, citizen?" The workman replied: "I have no honor to know you." "I But I know you, I." Then the man added, "You don't have to be afraid. I'm on the committee. They suspect you're not very reliable. You know, if you leak information, people's eyes will be on you." Then he shook hands with the worker and said before leaving, "See you soon."

Not only in those drink shops, but also on the street, the policemen with their ears stretched out heard some strange conversations: "Hurry up and apply for participation." A textile worker said to a joiner. "why?" "It will be fired shortly." As they walked the street, two ragged men uttered these intriguing, unmistakably Zackley words: "Who rules us?" "Mr. Philips." "No, it's the bourgeoisie." Anyone who thinks that we speak of "Zachary Smell" here with ill intent is mistaken.Zachary, referring to the poor.And people who are hungry have rights.

Another time, two men walked by, and one of them said to the other, "We have a good plan of attack." The four of them squatted in the dirt pit beside the side of the throne gate and talked heart-to-heart. Others only heard this sentence: "We should keep him out of Paris as much as possible." Who, "he"?A frightening stuffy gourd. The "principal bosses"--a term commonly used by people in the suburbs--didn't show up.It is thought that they used to hold discussions in a liquor store near St. Eustache's Promontory.A certain Augustus, head of the Sewing Society in the Rue de Montedou, was supposed to be the chief liaison between those heads and the suburb of Saint-Antoine.But the circumstances of the chiefs were never brought to light, and there was not a single factual fact which could have refuted the rather haughty reply of a defendant in the House of Lords at a later date:

"Who is your leader?" "I don't know any of them, I don't know any of them." These are just some faint words, and sometimes, they are just hearsay.There are also occasional signs. A fragment of a torn letter was picked up by a carpenter on the fence surrounding a building site in the Rue Rue when he picked up on the site the following lines: ". . . the committee should immediately take steps to prevent the various associations from recruiting personnel from groups..." Additional note: "As far as we know, there are five or six thousand rifles in the yard of an arms dealer's house at No. 5 Yushi Street in the suburbs. There are no weapons in this group." To the astonishment of the carpenter, who showed this to his companions, a few steps away, he picked up another sheet of paper, also torn, but more significant, and this peculiar The material has historical value, so we transcribe it as it is: Fe L. Those who discovered the form and kept it a secret did not know until later what the four capital letters meant: "Quinturions" (captains of five), "Centurions" (captains of hundreds), "Decurions" (captains of ten) , "Eclaireurs" (vanguard), "u og a1 fe" these letters represent a date: April 15, 1832.Below each capital letter, names and some very special circumstances are registered.For example: Q. Banarel, 8 rifles, 83 bullets, reliable. C. Bubier, 1 pistol with 40 bullets. D. Luolai, 1 foil, 1 pistol, 1 catty of gunpowder. E. Desier, 1 saber, 1 gun magazine, on time.Deher, 8 rifles, brave.etc. At the same site, the carpenter found a third piece of paper, on which was clearly written such an incomprehensible list in pencil: The honest townsman who kept the list knew what it meant.It is said that this list is a complete registration of the names and addresses of the team leaders in the fourth district of the Human Rights Society.All these buried things are history today, we might as well make it public.It should also be added that the Human Rights Society appears to have been established after the date of discovery of this list.This may be only a preliminary list. However, after those few words and hearsay, after those scratches on paper, some concrete facts began to emerge. In the Rue de Bourboncourt, in a second-hand dealer's shop, seven gray sheets of paper were found in a drawer of a chest of drawers. Six squares of the same gray paper were cut and rolled into the shape of gun barrels, and a cardboard piece on which was written: The search report also proved that there was a strong smell of gunpowder in the drawer. A mason returning home from work forgot a small bag of his and left it on a bench by the Austerlitz bridge.The packet was delivered to the police post.Open it, and there are two question-and-answer prints in the bag, the author is Laozier, there is also a song titled "Workers, Unite", and a tin box full of bullets. When a workman was drinking with a fellow worker, he asked him to feel how hot he was, and the fellow found a pistol under his jacket. A group of children, playing in the pit by the side of the road least traveled between the Pere Lachaise cemetery and the Throne Gate, found from under a pile of shavings and rubbish a cloth bag containing a mold for a bullet. , a wooden stick for a gun cartridge, a ladle with some shotgun powder left, and a cast iron pan with obvious traces of molten lead. Some police officers rushed into the house of a man named Parton at five o'clock in the morning and found him standing by the bed, working with several cartridges in his hand.This person was a member of the Miri barricade who died in the April Uprising in 1834. Near the time when the workers were resting, two people were seen between the Picbus wicket and the Charenton wicket, in front of a gate next to a patrol lane between the two walls, near a drink shop with a set of Siamese games meet.One took a pistol from under his overalls and handed it to the other.When he was about to give it to him, he found that the sweat on his chest had soaked the gunpowder a little.He reloaded the pistol, putting more powder on top of what was in the pool.Then, the two people parted ways and walked away. A man named Garley, who was later killed in Bobbour Street on the day of the events in April, used to boast of having seven hundred bullets and twenty-four flints in his house. The government was informed one day that some weapons and 200,000 rounds of ammunition had recently been distributed to the suburbs.A week later, another 30,000 rounds were distributed.Remarkably, the police didn't crack anything at all."The day when 80,000 patriots will take up arms within four hours is not far away," said one intercepted letter. All this gestation was public and almost safe.The imminent insurrection prepared its storm before the government with deliberate pace.This kind of crisis that is still going on in the dark but has been looming can be said to be full of surprises.The bourgeoisie calmly talks to the workers about what is being prepared.People asked, "How's the riot going?" in the same tone as "Is your woman healthy?" A carpenter in Morrow Street asked, "When will you attack?" Another shop owner said: "It's about to attack. I know. A month ago you were fifteen thousand and now you are twenty-five thousand." He offered his rifle, and a neighbor offered a small pistol. , bargain seven francs. In short, the upsurge of revolution is rising.Whether in Paris or France, there is no exception.Arteries are throbbing everywhere.Like the film that forms in the body caused by certain inflammations, the web of secret organizations has begun to spread across the country.From the society of the Friends of the People, both open and secret, arose the Society of Human Rights, which wrote on one of its agendas the date: "Forty Years of Rain in the Era of the Republic," although the Court of Felony pronounced Ordered to disband, it continued its activities and named its group with such meaningful names as: The Human Rights Society gave birth to the Action Society.These are some impetuous elements that have differentiated and run forward.There are also societies that are trying to recruit members from the larger mother societies.The team members were all embarrassed by the arguing.Examples include Gallic societies and local organizing committees.Another example is the Free Press Association, the Individual Liberty Association, the People's Education Association, and the Association Against Indirect Taxes.There is also the Workers' Equality Society, which was once divided into three factions, the equalizers, the communists, and the reformers.Then there is the Bastille, a sort of regiment formed according to the ranks of the army, four men led by corporals, ten by sergeants, twenty by second lieutenants, forty by lieutenants, and never more than five men who knew each other. people.A creation that combines care and audacity, seemingly with Venetian genius.The Central Committee headed by it had two arms: the Society of Action and the Army of the Bastille.A legitimist organization called the Knights of the Faithful squirmed among these republican organizations.As a result it was exposed and ostracized. These Parisian societies established branches in some of the major cities.Lyons, Nantes, Lille, and Marseilles have their societies of the rights of men, carbonari, and free men.In Aix there is a revolutionary organization called the Bitter Gould Society.We've already mentioned it. In Paris, the suburb of Saint-Marceau is not much quieter than the suburb of Saint-Antoine, and the school is not much quieter than the suburb.A café in the rue Saint-Accent and a seven-ball café in the rue Saint-Jacques-Martilin are liaison points for university students.The Friends of the ABC, allied to the Mutual Society of Angers and the Society of Coucourt in Aix, we have already met, often met in the Café Moutan.This group of young men, as we have mentioned before, was also frequented at the Collins, a hotel-restaurant near the Rue de Mondour.These gatherings are secret.Others tried to be as open as possible, and we can see their boldness from this confession during the interrogation: "Where was the meeting held?" "Peace Street." "Whose house?" "On the street." How many teams have you been to?" "Only one team." "Which one?" "Manual team." "Who is the leader?" "Me." "You are too young to take on this attack alone. Great task for the government. Where do you take orders?" "Central Committee." Judging by later movements at Belfort, Lunéville, Epinal, etc., the army was as well prepared as the people.It was the 52nd Regiment, the 5th, 8th, 37th, and 20th Hussars that were expected.In Burgundy and some cities in the south, the tree of liberty was planted, that is to say, a flagpole with a red hat on it. Such was the situation at the time. The San Antonio suburb, which we mentioned at the outset, made this situation more acute and tense than any other.Here's the sticking point. This ancient suburb, crowded like an ant's nest, swarms of industrious, brave and angry, agitated in anticipation and anticipation of upheaval.Everything is buzzing, but it doesn't stop work.This exhilarating and somber aspect is indescribable.In this suburb, beneath the tiled roofs of its many attics, there is a great deal of misery, and at the same time a great deal of fiery and rare ingenuity.It is precisely because these extremes of misery and ingenuity collide that the situation is especially precarious. The suburb of San Antonio has other causes of tremors; for it is constantly plagued by commercial crises, closures, strikes, unemployment, allied to major political upheavals.In revolutionary times, poverty is both cause and effect.Its blows often return to itself.These people, with lofty moral character, are full of the highest potential heat, ready to take up weapons at any time, angry, deep, and eager to try, as if what they are waiting for is just the fall of a spark.Whenever a spark is driven by the wind of events, one cannot but think of the suburbs of Saint-Antoine, and of this powder magazine of misery and thought, which was placed in Paris by terrible chance. the gate. Those drink shops in the suburbs of St. Anthony, which we have described many times in the previous sketches, are famous in history.In the turbulent years, what people drank in those places was not only wine, but also language.A spirit of premonition and the breath of the future flowed there, stirring the hearts and strengthening the wills.The drink shops on the outskirts of St. Anthony are like the taverns built at the entrance of the witch's cave on Avatar Hill, a kind of tavern where people drink what Ennius called the witch's wine with a seat like a censer. The San Antonio suburb is the people's reservoir.The impetus of the revolution creates a breach in the reservoir, along which the sovereignty of the people flows.Such sovereignty may be harmful, it is as subject to error as any other, but, despite its disorientation, it is great.We might as well say that it resembles the roar of the blind giant Cyclopes. In 1993, according to whether the thoughts were good or bad, according to whether the day was a day of fanaticism or excitement, from the suburbs of Saint-Antoine, sometimes it was a savage regiment, sometimes it was a procession of heroes. brutal.Let's clarify this term.These bristling people, in the chaos of the first revolutionary revolution, ragged, roaring, savagely swinging hammers, holding up spears, are rushing forward to the distraught old Paris. What they want is what?What they want is an end to oppression, an end to tyranny, an end to torture, jobs for adults, education for children, social warmth for women, freedom, equality, fraternity, bread for everyone, ideas for everyone, Paradise the world, progress; that's what they want, holy, good, and gentle: progress; they're cornered, they can't control themselves, so they throw a tantrum, bare their chests, grab their clubs, and yell for it.These are savages, yes, but civilized savages. They proclaim the rights of man with such fury that they will compel man to ascend to heaven, even through trembling and horror.They look like barbarians, but they are all saviors.They demand light under the veil of night. These people are rough, we admit, and ferocious, but they are ferocious for good.Besides these there is another kind, smiling, embroidered, gold, ribbons, jewels, silk stockings, white feathers, yellow gloves, patent leather shoes, leaning elbows on a velvet table by a marble fireplace, A deliberate insistence on preserving and preserving the past, the Middle Ages, theocracy, fanaticism, ignorance, slavery, capital punishment, war, a soft and polite glorification of the sword, the stake, and the guillotine.As for us, if we had to choose between the civilized savage and the savage civilized man, we would rather choose the savage. But, thanks to Heaven, another option is possible.A steep drop, both forward and backward, is never necessary.Neither despotism nor terrorism, what we want is progressive progress. God takes care.It is all God's policy to make the slope easy.