Two years in the French West Indies

by Lafcadio Hearn

—"Stéphane!"...

—"He feels in the dark;—He has not eyes."...

—"Stéphane, pa pàlé ça!"

—"He tosses the sea.... He has no face;—He lifts up the dead... and the leaves."...

ARMISTICE DAY, FORT-DE-FRANCE
A review at 7 A. M. by the governor anti his staff, all in evening dress, with cannons booming as noisily as in the north—followed by a day busily devoted to doing nothing.

—"Ou fou!" cried Maximilien, bursting into a wild fit of sobbing,—"Stéphane, thou art mad!"

And all at once he became afraid of Stéphane,—afraid of all he said,—afraid of his touch,—afraid of his eyes... he was growing like a zombi!

But Stéphane's eyes remained closed;—he ceased to speak.