UC-NRLF SB 317 S3D I •„A:.:VvK:M:A I ■: "% *0 ' « m OUR FRIEND THE DOG BY MAURICE MAETERLINCK Author of "THE LIFE of the BEET' etc. TRANSLATED by ALEXANDER TEKEIRA DE MATTOS ■* ** NEW YORK DODD, MEAD & COMPANY I \)m fl m\A) Sb\3 COPYRIGHT, J904, BY DODD, MEAD & COMPANY COPYRIGHT, J 903, BY JfTHE CENTURY Ca • • • c • • • «• « •«• « • t • * • -#' • • • V • MMMfrl* +0 f OVR FRIEND, THE DOG I HAVE lost, within these last few days, a little bull-dog* He had just completed the **«, imu juai cumpieiea me sixth month of his brief existence. He had no history. His intelligent eyes opened to look out upon the world, to love mankind, then wona, to love mankind, then closed again on the cruel secrets of death. • *+d The friend who presented me r". m f' \ - ifcd -<-, : '.' with him had given him, perhaps by antiphrasis, the startling name of Pelleas* Why rechristen him? For how can a poor dog, loving, devoted, faithful, disgrace the name of a man or an imaginary hero? Pelleas had a great bulging, powerful forehead, like that of Socrates or Verlaine; and, under a little black nose, blunt as a churl- ish assent, a pair of large hanging chops, which massive, three-cor- and symmetrical chop made his head a sort of obstinate, pensive and \ mm k i nered menace. He was beautiful after the manner of a beautiful, natural monster that has complied strictly with the laws of its species. And what a smile of attentive obligingness, of incorruptible in- nocence, of affectionate submis- sion, of boundless gratitude and total self-abandonment lit up, at the least caress, that adorable mask of ugliness! Whence ex- actly did that smile emanate? From the ingenuous and melting eyes? From the ears pricked up to catch the words of man? From sal \* the forehead that unwrinkled to appreciate and love, or from the stump of a tail that wriggled at the other end to testify to the inti- mate and impassioned joy that filled his small being, happy once more to encounter the hand or the glance of the god to whom he surrendered himself? Pelleas was born in Paris, and I had taken him to the country. His bonny fat paws, shapeless not yet stiffened, carried slacfcly through the unexplored pathways of his new existence I p '■Si his huge and serious head, flat- nosed and, as it were, rendered heavy with thought. For this thankless and rather sad head, like that of an over- worked child, was beginning the overwhelming work that op- presses every brain at the start of life. He had, in less than five or six weeks, to get into his mind, taking shape within it, an image and a satisfactory concep- tion of the universe. Man, aided by all the knowledge of his own elders and his brothers, takes %% « thirty or forty years to outline that conception, but the humble dog has to unravel it for himself in a few days: and yet, in the eyes of a god, who should know all things, would it not have the same weight and the same value as our own? It was a question, then, of studying the ground, which can be scratched and dug up and which sometimes reveals surpris- ing things; of casting at the sky, which is uninteresting, for there is nothing there to eat, one glance •*Fi 4 i mte *4 that docs away with it for good and all ; of discovering the grass, the admirable and green grass, the springy and cool grass, a field for races and sports, a friendly and boundless bed, in which lies hidden the good and wholesome couch-grass. It was a question, also, of taking promiscuously a thousand urgent and curious ob- servations. It was necessary, for instance, with no other guide than pain, to learn to calculate the height of objects from the of which you can jump fc Ji space; to convince yourself that it is vain to pursue birds who fly away and that you are unable to clamber up trees after the cats who defy you there; to distin- guish between the sunny spots where it is delicious to sleep and the patches of shade in which you shiver ; to remark with stupe- faction that the rain does not fall inside the houses, that water is cold, uninhabitable and danger- ous, while fire is beneficent at a distance, but terrible when you come too near; to observe that W: * mm* • "• • • • • ••-•-. •' • • !••"•• • *■ i w< I the meadows, the farm-yards and sometimes the roads are haunted by giant creatures with threaten- ing horns, creatures good-natured, perhaps, and, at any rate, silent, creatures who allow you to sniff at them a little curiously without | taking offence, but who keep their real thoughts to themselves. It was necessary to learn, as the result of painful and humiliating experiment, that you are not at liberty to obey all nature's laws without distinction in the dwell- ing of the gods; to recognize that the kitchen is the privileged and most agreeable spot in that divine dwelling, although you are hardly allowed to abide in it because of the cook, who is a considerable, but jealous power ; to learn that I doors are important and capricious volitions, which sometimes lead to felicity, but which most often, hermetically closed, mute and stern, haughty and heartless, re- main deaf to all entreaties; to admit, once and for all, that the essential good things of life, the indisputable blessings, generally 1 A 1 ■m s7? i imprisoned in pots and stewpans, are almost always inaccessible; to know how to look at them with laboriously-acquired indiffer- ence and to practise to take no notice of them, saying to yourself that here are objects which are probably sacred, since merely to skim them with the tip of a re- spectful tongue is enough to let loose the unanimous anger of all the gods of the house* And then, what is one to think of the table on which so many things happen that cannot be guessed ; of the derisive chairs on which one is forbidden to sleep; of the plates and dishes that are empty by the time that one can get at them; of the lamp that drives away the dark? . . How many orders, dangers, prohibitions, problems, enigmas has one not to classify in one's overburdened memory ! . . And how to rec- oncile all this with other laws, other enigmas, wider and more imperious, which one bears within self, within one's instinct, which spring up and develop from 4 one hour to the other, which come from the depths of time and the race, invade the blood, the muscles and the nerves and suddenly assert themselves more irresistibly and more powerfully than pain, the word of the master himself, or the fear of death ? Thus, for instance, to quote only one example, when the hour of sleep has struck for men, you have retired to your hole, sur- rounded by the darkness silence and the formidable solitude of the night* All is sleep i m fe i 5, thel rfitude in the TT master's house. You feel your- self very small and weak in the presence of the mystery. You know that the gloom is peopled with foes who hover and lie in wait. You suspect the trees, the passing wind and the moonbeams. You would like to hide, to sup- press yourself by holding your breath. But still the watch must be kept; you must, at the least sound, issue from your retreat, face the invisible and bluntly dis- turb the imposing silence of the earth, at the risk of bringing down * > ** '0 the whispering evil or crime upon yourself alone. Whoever the en emy be, even if he be man, that is to say, the very brother of the god whom it is your business to defend, you must attack him blindly, fly at his throat, fasten your perhaps sacrilegious teeth ^ I into human flesh, disregard the spell of a hand and voice similar to those of your master, never be silent, never attempt to es- cape, never allow yourself to be tempted or bribed and, lost in the night without help, prolong the heroic alarm to your last breath* There is the great ancestral duty, the essential duty, stronger than death, which not even man's will and anger are able to check. All our humble history, linked with that of the dog in our first struggles against every breathing thing, tends to prevent his forget- ting it. And when, in our safer dwelling-places of to-day, we hap- to punish him for his untimely he throws us a glance of aston- reproach, as though to point m out to us that we are in the wrong and that, if we lose sight of the main clause in the treaty of alliance which he made with us at the time when we lived in caves, forests and fens, he continues faithful to it in spite of us and remains nearer to the eternal truth of life, which is full of snares and hostile forces. But how much care and study are needed to succeed in fulfilling this duty I And how complicated it has become since the days the silent caverns and the deserted lakes! It was all simple, then, so easy and so clear. The lonely hollow opened upon the side of the hill, and all that approached, all that moved on the horizon of the plains or woods, was the unmistakable enemy, . But to-day you can no longer telL • . . You have to acquaint yourself with a civilization of which you disapprove, to appear to understand a thousand incom- prehensible things, , Thus, it seems evident that henceforth the whole world no longer belongs to the master, that his property con- t * mm forms to unintelligible limits. . It becomes necessary, therefore, first of all to know exactly where the sacred domain begins and ends. Whom are you to suffer, whom to stop? . . . There is the road by which every one, even the poor, has the right to pass. Why? You do not know; it is a fact which you deplore, but which you are bound to accept. Fortunately, on the other hand, here is the fair path which may tread. This path is faithful to the sound traditions ; it is none ithful 18,101 W*** if . to be lost sight of ; for by it enter into your daily existence the diffi- cult problems of life* Would you have an example ? You are sleeping peacefully in a ray of the sun that covers the threshold of the kitchen with pearls. The earthenware pots are amusing themselves by elbowing and nudging one another on the edge of the shelves trimmed with paper lace-work* The copper stew-pans play at scattering spot of light over the smooth whit walls. The motherly stove h *0 i. a soft tune and dandles three saucepans blissfully dancing; and, from the little hole that lights up its inside, defies the good dog who cannot approach, by constantly putting out at him its fiery tongue* The clock, bored in its oak case, before striking the august hour of meal time, swings its great gilt navel to and fro ; and the cunning flies tease your ears* On the glit- tering table lie a chicken, a hare, three partridges, besides other things which are called fruits — peaches, melons, grapes — and U which are all good for nothing. The cook guts a big silver fish and throws the entrails (instead of giving them to you !) into the dust-bin. Ah, the dust-bin ! In- exhaustible treasury, receptacle of windfalls, the jewel of the house ! You shall have your share of it, an exquisite and surreptitious share ; but it does not do to seem to know where it is. You are strictly forbidden to rummage in it. Man in this way prohibits many pleasant things, and life would be dull indeed and your mmmtmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm A fc p *' 4 ' days empty if you had to obey all the orders of the pantry, the cellar and the dining-room* Luckily, he is absent-minded and does not long remember the instructions which he lavishes. He is easily deceived. You achieve your ends and do as you please, provided you have the patience to await the hour. You are subject to man, and he is the one god ; but you none the less have your own personal, exact and imperturbable morality, which proclaims that illicit acts become most lawful through the very fact that they are performed without the master's knowledge. Therefore, let us close the watchful eye that has seen. Let us pretend to sleep and to dream of the moon. . . . Hark ! A gentle tapping at the blue window that looks out on the garden ! What is it ? Nothing ; a bough of hawthorn that has come to see what we are doing in the cool kitchen. Trees are in- quisitive and often excited; but they do not count, one has nothing to say to them, they are irrespon- 5 5* mm k sible, they obey the wind, which has no principles. But what is that ? I hear steps ! . Up, ears open; nose on the alert! . . It is the baker coming up to the rails, while the postman is opening a little gate in the hedge of lime-trees. They are friends ; it is well; they bring something: you can greet them and wag your tail discreetly twice or thrice, with a patronizing smile. Another alarm! What now? A carriage pulls up front of the steps. The probl What is it pulls up in rhe problem 1^^ is a complex one* Before all, it is of consequence to heap copious insults on the horses, great, proud beasts, who make no reply. Meantime, you examine out of the corner of your eye the persons alighting. They are well-clad and seem full of confidence. They are probably going to sit at the table of the gods. The proper thing is to bark without acrimony, with a shade of respect, so as to show that you are doing your duty, but that you are doing it with intelligence. Nevertheless, m BJ1 M mtm you cherish a lurking suspicion and, behind the guests' backs, stealthily, you sniff the air per- sistently and in a knowing way, in order to discern any hidden intentions. But halting footsteps resound outside the kitchen. This time it is the poor man dragging his crutch, the unmistakable enemy, the hereditary enemy, the direct descendant of him who roamed outside the bone-cramped which you suddenly see in your racial memory. Drunk s . \ with indignation, your bark bro- ken, your teeth multiplied with hatred and rage, you are about to seize their reconcilable adver- sary by the breeches, when the cook, armed with her broom, the ancillary and forsworn sceptre, comes to protect the traitor, and you are obliged to go back to your hole, where, with eyes filled with impotent and slanting flames, you growl out frightful, but futile curses, thinking within yourself this is the end of all things, that the human species has I/' ' lost its notion of justice and in- justice. • . . Is that all? Not yet; for the smallest life is made up of innu- merous duties, and it is a long work to organise a happy exis- tence upon the borderland of two such different worlds as the world of beasts and the world of men. How should we fare if we had to serve, while remaining within our own sphere, a divinity, not an imaginary one, like to selves, because the offspring of own brain, but a god actually visible, ever present, ever active and as foreign, as superior to our being as we are to the dog? We now, to return to Pelleas, know pretty well what to do and how to behave on the master's premises* But the world does not end at the house-door, and, beyond the walls and beyond the hedge, there is a universe of which one has not the custody, where one is no longer at home, where relations are changed. How are we to stand in the street, in the fields, in the market-place, in the 4 ^ *s *K shops? In consequence of diffi- cult and delicate observations, we understand that we must take no notice of passers-by; obey no calls but the master's; be polite, with indifference, to strangers who pet us. Next, we must conscientiously fulfil certain obli- gations of mysterious courtesy toward our brothers the other dogs; respect chickens and ducks; at the pastry-cooks, which spread not appear to remark the cakes i themselves insolently within reach of the tongue; show to the cats, M _■■■-- .. „■ who, on the steps of the houses, provoke us by hideous grimaces, a silent contempt, but one that will not forget; and remember that it is lawful and even com- mendable to chase and strangle mice, rats, wild rabbits and, gen- erally speaking, all animals (we learn to know them by secret marks) that have not yet made their peace with mankind* All this and so much more! . . . Was it surprising that Pelleas often appeared pensive in the face of those numberless prob- * i */ ft tf k lems, and that his humble and gentle look was often so profound and grave, laden with cares and full of unreadable questions ? Alas, he did not have time to finish the long and heavy task (which nature lays upon the in- stinct that rises in order to ap- proach a brighter region. • . . An ill of a mysterious character, which seems specially to punish the only animal that succeeds in leaving the circle in which it is born ; an indefinite ill that carries off hundreds of intelligent little dogs, came to put an end to the destiny and the happy education of Pelleas. And now all those efforts to achieve a little more light; all that ardour in loving, that courage in understanding; all that affectionate gaiety and innocent fawning; all those kind and devoted looks, which turned to man to ask for his assistance against unjust death; all those flickering gleams which came from the profound abyss of a world that is no longer ours; all learly human little habits new *4 i lie sadly in the cold ground, tin- der a flowering elder-tree, in a corner of the garden. n Man loves the dog, but how much more ought he to love it if he considered, in the inflexible harmony of the laws of nature, the sole exception, which is that love of a being that succeeds in piercing, in order to draw closer to us, the partitions, every else where impermeable, that separate the species ! We are alone, abso- lutely alone on this chance planet ; and amid all the forms of life that surround us, not one, excepting the dog, has made an alliance with us* A few creatures fear us, most are unaware of us, and not one loves us* In the world of plants, we have dumb and motionless slaves; but they serve us in spite of themselves. They simply endure our laws and our yoke. They are impotent pris- oners, victims incapable of escap- ing, but silently rebellious; and, '4 *K so soon as we lose sight of them, they hasten to betray us and return to their former wild and mischievous liberty* The rose and the corn, had they wings, would fly at our approach like the birds* Among the animals, we num- ber a few servants who have submitted only through indiffer- ence, cowardice or stupidity: the uncertain and craven horse, who responds only to pain and attached to nothing; the passive and dejected ass, who stays 10 us only because he knows not what to do nor where to go, but who nevertheless, under the cudgel and the pack-saddle, retains the idea that lurks behind his ears; the cow and the ox, happy so long as they are eating, and docile because, for centuries, they have not had a thought of their own; the affrighted sheep, who knows no other master than ter- ror; the hen, who is faithful to because she finds wheat there than forest. I do \l m M the poultry-yard bee more maize and wh< in the neighbouring 4 not speak of the cat, to whom we are nothing more than a too large and uneatable prey: the ferocious cat, whose sidelong con- tempt tolerates us only as encum- bering parasites in our own homes* She, at least, curses us in her mysterious heart; but all the others live beside us as they might live beside a rock or a tree. They do not love us, do not know us, scarcely notice us. They are unaware of our our death, our departure, our turn, our sadness, our joy, •life, irre- smile. They do not even hear the sound of our voice, so soon as it no longer threatens them; and, when they look at us, it is with the distrustful bewilder- ment of the horse, in whose eye still hovers the infatuation of the elk or gazelle that sees us for the first time, or with the dull stupor of the ruminants, who look upon us as a momentary and useless accident of the pasture. For thousands of years, they have been living at our side, as foreign to our thoughts, our affec- m V tions, our habits as though the least fraternal of the stars had dropped them but yesterday on our globe. In the boundless in- terval that separates man from all the other creatures, we have succeeded only , by dint of patience, in making them take two or three illusory steps* And, if, to-mor- row, leaving their feelings toward us untouched, nature were to give them the intelligence and the weapons wherewith to conquer us, I confess that I should distrust the hasty vengeance of the horse, b the obstinate reprisals of the ass and the maddened meekness of the sheep* I should shun the cat as I should shun the tiger; and even the good cow, solemn and somnolent, would inspire me with but a wary confidence. As for the hen, with her round, quick eye, as when discovering a slug or a worm, I am sure that she would devour me without a thought. £ 3HU i Now, in this indifference and this total want of comprehension in which everything that surrounds us lives; in this incommunicable world, where everything has its object hermetically contained with- in itself , where every destiny is self- circumscribed, where there exist among the creatures no other relations than those of execu- tioners and victims, eaten, where nothing i leave its steel-bound sph eaters and g is able to phere, where 1^^ « . * death alone establishes cruel rela- tions of cause and effect between neighbouring lives, where not the smallest sympathy has ever made a conscious leap from one species to another, one animal alone, among all that breathes upon the earth, has succeeded in breaking through the prophetic circle, in escaping from itself to come bounding toward us, definitely to cross the enormous zone of dark- ness, ice and silence that isolates each category of existence in nature's unintelligible plan. This J mem ' i Wi animal, our good familiar dog, simple and unsurprising as may to-day appear to us what he has done, in thus perceptibly drawing nearer to a world in which he was not born and for which he was not destined, has neverthe- less performed one of the most unusual and improbable acts that we can find in the general history of life* When was this recognition of man by beast, this extraordi- nary passage from darkness light, effected ? Did we seek the poodle, the collie, or the u tiff from among the wolves and the jackals, or did he come spon- taneously to us? We cannot telL So far as our human annals stretch, he is at our side, as at present; but what are human an- nals in comparison with the times of which we have no witness? The fact remains that he is there in our houses, as ancient, as rightly placed, as perfectly adapted to our habits as though he had appeared on this earth, such as he now is, at the same time as ourselves. We have not to gain his confi- mmx dence or his friendship : he is born our friend; while his eyes are still closed, already he believes in us: even before his birth, he has given himself to man. But the word "friend" does not exactly depict his affectionate worship* He loves us and reveres us as though we had drawn him out of nothing. He is, before all, our creature full of gratitude and more devoted than the apple of our eye. He is our intimate and impassioned slave, whom nothing discourages, whom nothing repels, whose ardent trust and love nothing can impair* He has solved, in an admirable and touching manner, the terrifying problem which human wisdom would have to solve if a divine race came to occupy our globe. He has loyally, religiously, irrevocably recognized man's superiority and has sur- rendered himself to him body and soul, without after-thought, with- out any intention to go back, reserving of his independence, his instinct and his character only the small part indispensable to the & I continuation of the life prescribed by nature* With an unquestion- ing certainty, an unconstraint and a simplicity that surprise us a little, deeming us better and more powerful than all that exists, he betrays, for our benefit, the whole of the animal kingdom to which he belongs and, without scruple, denies his race, his kin, his mother and his young* But he loves us not only in his consciousness and his intelligence the very instinct of his race, the < tire unconsciousness of his species fc » $* k « . » I it appears, think only of us, dream only of being useful to us. To serve us better, to adapt himself better to our different needs, he has adopted every shape and been able infinitely to vary the faculties, the aptitudes which he places at our disposal. Is he to aid us in the pursuit of game in the plains ? His legs lengthen inordinately, his muzzle tapers, his lungs widen, he becomes swifter than the deer* Does our prey hide (under wood? The docile genius of the species, forestalling our ml m 4 & m '•7? »."* i desires, presents us with the basset, a sort of almost footless serpent, which steals into the closest thickets. Do we ask that he should drive our flocks? The same compliant genius grants him the requisite size, intelligence, energy and vigilance. Do we intend him to watch and defend our house? His head becomes round and monstrous, in order that his jaws may be more power- ful, more formidable and more tenacious. Are we taking him to the south? His hair grows \ shorter and lighter, so that he may faithfully accompany us under the rays of a hotter sun. Are we going up to the north? His feet grow larger, the better to tread the snow; his fur thickens, in order that the cold may not compel him to abandon us* Is he intended only for us to play with, to amuse the leisure of our eyes, to adorn or enliven the home? He clothes himself in a sovereign grace and elegance, he makes himself smaller than a doll to sleep on our knees by the fire- 4 side, or even consents, should our fancy demand it, to appear a little ridiculous to please us* You shall not find, in nature's immense crucible, a single living being that has shown a like sup- pleness, a similar abundance of forms, the same prodigious faculty of accommodation to our wishes. This is because, in the world which we know, among the dif- ferent and primitive geniuses that preside over the evolution of several species, there exists one, excepting that of the M A that ever gave a thought to the presence of man. It will, perhaps, be said that we have been able to transform almost as profoundly some of our domestic animals: our hens, our pigeons, our ducks, our cats, our horses, our rabbits, for instance. Yes, perhaps; although such trans- formations are not comparable with those undergone by the dog and although the kind of service which these animals render us remains, so to speak, invariable. In any case, whether this impres- % g& A i. sion be purely imaginary or correspond with a reality, it does not appear that we feel in these transformations the same unfail- ing and preventing good will, the same sagacious and exclusive love* For the rest, it is quite possible that the dog, or rather the inaccessible genius of his race, troubles scarcely at all about us and that we have merely known how to make use of various apti- tudes offered by the abundant chances of life* It matters not: as we know nothing of the sub- « , * stance of things, we must needs cling to appearances; and it is sweet to establish that, at least in appearance, there is on the planet where, like unacknowl- edged kings, we live in solitary state, a being that loves us* However the case may stand with these appearances, it is none the less certain that, in the aggre- gate of intelligent creatures that have rights, duties, a mission and a destiny, the dog is a really privileged animaL He occupies in this world a pre-eminent posi- « & T*i 4 V f 4 » tion enviable among all. He is the only living being that has found and recognizes an indubi- table, tangible, unexceptionable and definite god. He knows to what to devote the best part of himself. He knows to whom above him to g^vc himself. He has not to seek for a perfect, superior and infinite power in the darkness, amid successive lies, hypotheses and dreams. That power is there, before him, and he moves in its light. He knows the supreme duties which we all , * do not know. He has a morality which surpasses all that he is able to discover in himself and which he can practise without scruple and without fear. He possesses truth in its fulness. He has a certain and infinite ideal. IV And it was thus that, the other day, before his illness, I saw my little Pelleas sitting at the foot of I -^ - my writing-table, his tail carefully ■m folded under his paws, his head a little on one side, the better to question me, at once attentive and tranquil, as a saint should be in the presence of God. He was happy with the happiness which we, perhaps, shall never know, since it sprang from the smile and the approval of a life incom- parably higher than his own. He was there, studying, drinking in all my looks; and he replied to them gravely, as from equal, to inform me that, at least through the most immaterial organ that transformed into affectionate in- telligence the light which we enjoyed, he knew that he was saying to me all that love should say* And, when I saw him thus, young, ardent and believing, bringing me, in some wise, from the depths of unwearied nature, quite fresh news of life and trust- ing and wonderstruck, as though he had been the first of his race came to inaugurate the earth as though we were still in first days of the world's exist- i ' « R ence, I envied the gladness of his certainty, compared it with the destiny of man, still plunging on every side into darkness, and said to myself that the dog who meets with a good master is the happier of the two. y