MY FIRST JOURNEY IN SEARCH OF THE CAUSSES.
CHAP.
I. [FROM LE PUY TO MENDE]
II. [MENDE]
III. [A GLIMPSE OF THE CAUSSES]
IV. [ON THE TOP OF THE ROOF]
V. [RODEZ AND AURILLAC]
VI. [THE LAND OF THE BURON]
PART II.
MY SECOND JOURNEY IN SEARCH OF THE CAUSSES.
I. [THROUGH THE MORVAN]
II. [THROUGH THE MORVAN (continued)]
III. [FROM LYONS TO AVIGNON BY THE RHÔNE]
IV. [AVIGNON AND ORANGE]
V. [LE VIGAN]
VI. [NANT (AVEYRON)]
VII. [MILLAU (AVEYRON)]
VIII. [FROM MENDE TO ST. ÉNIMIE]
IX. [ST. ÉNIMIE]
X. [THE CAÑON OF THE TARN]
XI. [SHOOTING THE RAPIDS]
XII. [LE ROZIER]
XIII. [MONTPELLIER-LE-VIEUX]
XIV. [MONTPELLIER-LE-VIEUX (continued)]
XV. [LE ROZIER TO MILLAU AND RODEZ]
XVI. [RODEZ, VIC-SUR-CÈRE REVISITED.—A BREAKFAST ON THE BANKS OF THE
SAÔNE]
INTRODUCTORY.
It is upon this occasion my rare and happy privilege to introduce the reader to something absolutely new. How many English-speaking tourists have found their way to the Roof of France—in other words, the ancient Gévaudan, the romantic department of the Lozère? How many English—or for the matter of that French travellers either—have so much as heard of the Causses, [Footnote: From calx, lime] those lofty tablelands of limestone, groups of a veritable archipelago, once an integral whole, now cleft asunder, forming the most picturesque gorges and magnificent defiles; offering contrasts of scenery as striking as they are sublime, and a phenomenon unique in geological history? On the plateau of the typical Causse, wide in extent as Dartmoor, lofty as Helvellyn, we realize all the sombreness and solitude of the Russian steppe. These stony wastes, aridity itself, yet a carpet of wild-flowers in spring, are sparsely peopled by a race having a peculiar language, a characteristic physique, and primitive customs. Here are laboriously cultivated oats, rye, potatoes—not a blade of wheat, not an apple-tree is to be discerned; no spring or rivulet freshens the parched soil. The length and severity of the winter are betokened by the trees and poles seen at intervals on either side of the road. But for such precautions, even the native wayfarer would be lost when six feet of snow cover the ground. Winter lasts eight months, and the short summer is tropical.
But descend these grandiose passes, dividing one limestone promontory from another—go down into the valleys, each watered by lovely rivers, and we are, as if by magic, transported into the South! The peach, the almond, the grape ripen out of doors; all is smilingness, fertility, and grace. The scenery of the Causses may be described as a series of exhilarating surprises, whilst many minor attractions contribute to the stranger's enjoyment.
The affability, dignity, and uprightness of these mountaineers, their freedom from vulgarity, subservience, or habits of extortion, their splendid physique and great personal beauty, form novel experiences of travel. The general character of the people—here I do not allude to the 'Caussenard,' or dweller on the Causse alone, but to the Lozérien as a type—may be gathered from one isolated fact. The summer sessions of 1888 were what is called assizes blanches, there being not a single cause to try. Such an occurrence is not unusual in this department.