the hunter-naturalist and his family.
in 1815 was fought the famous battle of waterloo, and in the same year napoleon bonaparte was exiled to the island-rock of saint helena. many french officers, who had followed the fortunes of the great adventurer, at that time emigrated to america. most of these, as was very natural, sought the french settlements on the mississippi, and there made their homes for life. among them was one named landi, who had been a colonel of chasseurs in napoleon’s army. he was by birth a corsican; and it was through his being a friend and early acquaintance of one of the bonaparte family that he had been induced to become an officer in the french army—for in his youth he had been fonder of science than soldiering.
while campaigning in spain, landi had married a basque lady, by whom he had three children, all sons. their mother died before the battle of waterloo was fought; so that when landi emigrated to america his family consisted of his three sons alone.
he first went to saint louis, but after a while moved down the river to point coupée, in louisiana, where he purchased the house we have just described, and made it his home.
let me tell you that he was not in any circumstances of necessity. previous to his departure for america, he had sold his patrimonial estates in corsica for a sum of money—enough to have enabled him to live without labour in any country, but particularly in that free land of cheap food and light taxation—the land of his adoption. he was, therefore, under no necessity of following any trade or profession in his new home—and he followed none. how then did he employ his time? i will tell you. he was an educated man. previous to his entering the french army he had studied the natural sciences. he was a naturalist. a naturalist can find employment anywhere—can gather both instruction and amusement where others would die of ennui and idleness. remember! there are “sermons in stones, and books in running brooks.” he was not a closet naturalist either. like the great audubon he was fond of the outside world. he was fond of drawing his lessons from nature herself. he combined a passion for the chase with his more delicate taste for scientific pursuits; and where could he have better placed himself to indulge in these than in the great region of the mississippi valley, teeming with objects of interest both to the hunter and the naturalist? in my opinion, he made good choice of his home.
well, between hunting, and fishing, and stuffing his birds, and preserving the skins of rare quadrupeds, and planting and pruning his trees, and teaching his boys, and training his dogs and horses, landi was far from being idle. his boys, of course, assisted him in these occupations, as far as they were able. but he had another assistant—hugot.
who was hugot? i shall describe hugot for your benefit.
hugot was a frenchman—a very small frenchman, indeed—not over five feet four inches in height. he was dapper and tidy—had a large aquiline nose, and, notwithstanding his limited stature, a pair of tremendous moustachios, that curved over his mouth so as almost to hide it. these gave him a somewhat fierce aspect, which, combined with his upright carriage, and brisk mechanical-like movements, told you at once what hugot had been—a french soldier. he was, in fact, a ci-devant corporal of chasseurs. landi had been his colonel. the rest you will easily guess. he had followed his old leader to america, and was now his man for everything. it was not often that you could see the naturalist without also seeing hugot’s great moustachios close by his elbow. it would have killed hugot to have been separated for any length of time from his old colonel.
of course hugot accompanied his master in all his hunting expeditions. so, too, did the boys, as soon as they were able to sit upon a horse. on these occasions the house would be shut up, for there was no housekeeper nor any other domestic about the establishment. it would remain thus for days, sometimes for weeks together—for the naturalist with his party often made distant excursions into the surrounding forests. they would return laden with spoils—skins of birds and beasts, plants, and rare geological specimens. then whole days would be spent in the arrangement of these new acquisitions. thus did landi and his family pass their time.
hugot was cook, valet, groom, butler, and errand boy. i have already stated that no other domestic, male or female, lived in the house: hugot, therefore, was chambermaid as well. his manifold occupations, however, were not so difficult to fulfil as might at first appear. the colonel was a man of simple habits. he had learned these when a soldier, and he brought up his sons to live like himself. he ate plain food, drank only water, and slept upon a camp-bed with a buffalo-robe and a blanket. a laundress in point coupée kept the linen clean; and hugot was not near so busy with house affairs as you might suppose. he made daily journeys to the village—to the market, and the post-office, from which he often brought letters, many of them with large seals, and the arms of a prince upon them! sometimes, too, after a steamer had called at the landing, parcels arrived containing books—scientific books they were—or curious instruments. notwithstanding all this, there was nothing mysterious about the life of the hunter-naturalist. he was no misanthrope. he often visited the village, and would gossip with old hunters and others who lived there. the villagers knew him as the “old colonel,” and respected him. they only wondered at his tastes as a naturalist, which to them seemed strange. they wondered, too, how he managed to keep house without a maid-servant. but the colonel did not trouble his head about their conjectures. he only laughed at their curious inquiries, and remained on as good terms as ever. his boys, too, as they grew up became great favourites with all. they were the best shots of their age, could ride a horse with any, could swim the mississippi, paddle a canoe, fling a lasso, or spear a catfish, as though they had been full-grown men. they were, in fact, boy-men; and as such were regarded by the simple villagers, who instinctively felt the superiority which education and training had given to these youths over their own uneducated minds. the boys, notwithstanding these advantages, were affable with the villagers; hence the respect in which they were universally held.
none of his neighbours ever visited the colonel, except on matters of business. indeed he had no visitors of any sort, if we except one or two of his former military associates, who lived at new orleans, and came up to his house about once a-year to talk over old times, and taste his venison. on such occasions “napoleon le grand” was of course the main subject of conversation. like all old soldiers of the empire, landi worshipped napoleon; but there was one of the bonaparte family for whom the naturalist entertained a still higher feeling of regard, amounting in fact to sincere friendship. this was charles lucien, prince of musignano.
not all the bonapartes have been bad. some of the members of that remarkable family have given evidence to the world that they were the possessors of noble virtue. the quiet researches of the prince of musignano as a student of natural history, may be looked upon as so many conquests in the kingdom of nature; and though they have been eclipsed by the more brilliant and sanguinary triumphs of the emperor, yet do they far more entitle him to the gratitude and respect of men. he was the true hero of the hunter-naturalist landi.
for many years did colonel landi lead the life we have described. an event at length happened that was near proving fatal to him. he had been wounded in the leg during his campaigns in the peninsula. a fall from his horse reopened this wound, and amputation became necessary. this saved his life, but he could no longer partake of the amusements of the chase, although still able to indulge in the more delicate pursuits of the naturalist. with his wooden leg he was able to hobble about the house and lawn, prune the trees, and attend to his pets that had grown to be quite numerous, while hugot at all times followed him about like his shadow. the boys, however, went abroad on hunting expeditions, and collected specimens as formerly; and the life of all went on pretty much as usual.
thus it was when i first became acquainted with the naturalist, his man hugot, and his three sons—the boy hunters, the heroes of our little book.
young reader, permit me to introduce you to a more intimate acquaintance with them. i fancy you will like them—all three—and be happy for some time in their society.
