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A Passion in the Desert.......................................................................................................................................1

Honore de Balzac .....................................................................................................................................1

"The whole show is dreadful," she cried coming out of the menagerie of M. Martin. She had just been

looking at that daring speculator "working with his hyena,"to speak in the style of the programme.

"By what means," she continued, "can he have tamed these animals to such a point as to be certain of their

"You think that beasts are wholly without passions?" I asked her. "Quite the reverse; we can communicate to

"But," I continued, "the first time I saw M. Martin, I admit, like you, I did give vent to an exclamation of

surprise. I found myself next to an old soldier with the right leg amputated, who had come in with me. His

face had struck me. He had one of those heroic heads, stamped with the seal of warfare, and on which the

battles of Napoleon are written. Besides, he had that frank, goodhumored expression which always

impresses me favorably. He was without doubt one of those troopers who are surprised at nothing, who find

matter for laughter in the contortions of a dying comrade, who bury or plunder him quite lightheartedly,

who stand intrepidly in the way of bullets;in fact, one of those men who waste no time in deliberation, and

would not hesitate to make friends with the devil himself. After looking very attentively at the proprietor of

the menagerie getting out of his box, my companion pursed up his lips with an air of mockery and contempt,

with that peculiar and expressive twist which superior people assume to show they are not taken in. Then,

when I was expatiating on the courage of M. Martin, he smiled, shook his head knowingly, and said, 'Well

" 'How "well known"?' I said. 'If you would only explain me the mystery, I should be vastly obliged.'

"After a few minutes, during which we made acquaintance, we went to dine at the first restauranteur's whose

shop caught our eye. At dessert a bottle of champagne completely refreshed and brightened up the memories

of this odd old soldier. He told me his story, and I saw that he was right when he exclaimed, 'Well known.' "

When she got home, she teased me to that extent, was so charming, and made so many promises, that I

consented to communicate to her the confidences of the old soldier. Next day she received the following

During the expedition in Upper Egypt under General Desaix, a Provencal soldier fell into the hands of the

Maugrabins, and was taken by these Arabs into the deserts beyond the falls of the Nile.

In order to place a sufficient distance between themselves and the French army, the Maugrabins made forced

marches, and only halted when night was upon them. They camped round a well overshadowed by palm trees

under which they had previously concealed a store of provisions. Not surmising that the notion of flight

would occur to their prisoner, they contented themselves with binding his hands, and after eating a few dates,

When the brave Provencal saw that his enemies were no longer watching him, he made use of his teeth to

steal a scimiter, fixed the blade between his knees, and cut the cords which prevented him from using his

hands; in a moment he was free. He at once seized a rifle and a dagger, then taking the precautions to provide

himself with a sack of dried dates, oats, and powder and shot, and to fasten a scimiter to his waist, he leaped

on to a horse, and spurred on vigorously in the direction where he thought to find the French army. So

impatient was he to see a bivouac again that he pressed on the already tired courser at such speed, that its

flanks were lacerated with his spurs, and at last the poor animal died, leaving the Frenchman alone in the

desert. After walking some time in the sand with all the courage of an escaped convict, the soldier was

obliged to stop, as the day had already ended. In spite of the beauty of an Oriental sky at night, he felt he had

not strength enough to go on. Fortunately he had been able to find a small hill, on the summit of which a few

palm trees shot up into the air; it was their verdure seen from afar which had brought hope and consolation to

his heart. His fatigue was so great that he lay down upon a rock of granite, capriciously cut out like a

campbed; there he fell asleep without taking any precaution to defend himself while he slept. He had made

the sacrifice of his life. His last thought was one of regret. He repented having left the Maugrabins, whose

nomadic life seemed to smile upon him now that he was far from them and without help. He was awakened

by the sun, whose pitiless rays fell with all their force on the granite and produced an intolerable heatfor he

had had the stupidity to place himself adversely to the shadow thrown by the verdant majestic heads of the

palm trees. He looked at the solitary trees and shudderedthey reminded him of the graceful shafts crowned

But when, after counting the palm trees, he cast his eyes around him, the most horrible despair was infused

into his soul. Before him stretched an ocean without limit. The dark sand of the desert spread further than eye

could reach in every direction, and glittered like steel struck with bright light. It might have been a sea of

looking glass, or lakes melted together in a mirror. A fiery vapor carried up in surging waves made a

perpetual whirlwind over the quivering land. The sky was lit with an Oriental splendor of insupportable

purity, leaving naught for the imagination to desire. Heaven and earth were on fire.

The silence was awful in its wild and terrible majesty. Infinity, immensity, closed in upon the soul from every

side. Not a cloud in the sky, not a breath in the air, not a flaw on the bosom of the sand, ever moving in

diminutive waves; the horizon ended as at sea on a clear day, with one line of light, definite as the cut of a

The Provencal threw his arms round the trunk of one of the palm trees, as though it were the body of a friend,

and then, in the shelter of the thin, straight shadow that the palm cast upon the granite, he wept. Then sitting

down he remained as he was, contemplating with profound sadness the implacable scene, which was all he

had to look upon. He cried aloud, to measure the solitude. His voice, lost in the hollows of the hill, sounded

faintly, and aroused no echothe echo was in his own heart. The Provencal was twentytwo years old:he

"There'll be time enough," he said to himself, laying on the ground the weapon which alone could bring him

Viewing alternately the dark expanse of the desert and the blue expanse of the sky, the soldier dreamed of

Francehe smelled with delight the gutters of Parishe remembered the towns through which he had

passed, the faces of his comrades, the most minute details of his life. His Southern fancy soon showed him

the stones of his beloved Provence, in the play of the heat which undulated above the wide expanse of the

desert. Realizing the danger of this cruel mirage, he went down the opposite side of the hill to that by which

he had come up the day before. The remains of a rug showed that this place of refuge had at one time been

inhabited; at a short distance he saw some palm trees full of dates. Then the instinct which binds us to life

awoke again in his heart. He hoped to live long enough to await the passing of some Maugrabins, or perhaps

he might hear the sound of cannon; for at this time Bonaparte was traversing Egypt.

This thought gave him new life. The palm tree seemed to bend with the weight of the ripe fruit. He shook

some of it down. When he tasted this unhopedfor manna, he felt sure that the palms had been cultivated by a

former inhabitantthe savory, fresh meat of the dates were proof of the care of his predecessor. He passed

suddenly from dark despair to an almost insane joy. He went up again to the top of the hill, and spent the rest

of the day in cutting down one of the sterile palm trees, which the night before had served him for shelter. A

vague memory made him think of the animals of the desert; and in case they might come to drink at the

spring, visible from the base of the rocks but lost further down, he resolved to guard himself from their visits

In spite of his diligence, and the strength which the fear of being devoured asleep gave him, he was unable to

cut the palm in pieces, though he succeeded in cutting it down. At eventide the king of the desert fell; the

sound of its fall resounded far and wide, like a sigh in the solitude; the soldier shuddered as though he had

But like an heir who does not long bewail a deceased relative, he tore off from this beautiful tree the tall

broad green leaves which are its poetic adornment, and used them to mend the mat on which he was to sleep.

Fatigued by the heat and his work, he fell asleep under the red curtains of his wet cave.

In the middle of the night his sleep was troubled by an extraordinary noise; he sat up, and the deep silence

around allowed him to distinguish the alternative accents of a respiration whose savage energy could not

A profound terror, increased still further by the darkness, the silence, and his waking images, froze his heart

within him. He almost felt his hair stand on end, when by straining his eyes to their utmost he perceived

through the shadow two faint yellow lights. At first he attributed these lights to the reflections of his own

pupils, but soon the vivid brilliance of the night aided him gradually to distinguish the objects around him in

the cave, and he beheld a huge animal lying but two steps from him. Was it a lion, a tiger, or a crocodile?

The Provencal was not sufficiently educated to know under what species his enemy ought to be classed; but

his fright was all the greater, as his ignorance led him to imagine all terrors at once; he endured a cruel

torture, noting every variation of the breathing close to him without daring to make the slightest movement.

An odor, pungent like that of a fox, but more penetrating, more profound,so to speak, filled the cave,

and when the Provencal became sensible of this, his terror reached its height, for he could no longer doubt the

proximity of a terrible companion, whose royal dwelling served him for a shelter.

Presently the reflection of the moon descending on the horizon lit up the den, rendering gradually visible and

This lion of Egypt slept, curled up like a big dog, the peaceful possessor of a sumptuous niche at the gate of

an hotel; its eyes opened for a moment and closed again; its face was turned towards the man. A thousand

confused thoughts passed through the Frenchman's mind; first he thought of killing it with a bullet from his

gun, but he saw there was not enough distance between them for him to take proper aim the shot would

miss the mark. And if it were to wake!the thought made his limbs rigid. He listened to his own heart

beating in the midst of the silence, and cursed the too violent pulsations which the flow of blood brought on,

fearing to disturb that sleep which allowed him time to think of some means of escape.

Twice he placed his hand on his scimiter, intending to cut off the head of his enemy; but the difficulty of

cutting the stiff short hair compelled him to abandon this daring project. To miss would be to die for

CERTAIN, he thought; he preferred the chances of fair fight, and made up his mind to wait till morning; the

"She's had a good dinner," he thought, without troubling himself as to whether her feast might have been on

It was a female. The fur on her belly and flanks was glistening white; many small marks like velvet formed

beautiful bracelets round her feet; her sinuous tail was also white, ending with black rings; the overpart of her

dress, yellow like burnished gold, very lissome and soft, had the characteristic blotches in the form of

This tranquil and formidable hostess snored in an attitude as graceful as that of a cat lying on a cushion. Her

bloodstained paws, nervous and well armed, were stretched out before her face, which rested upon them,

If she had been like that in a cage, the Provencal would doubtless have admired the grace of the animal, and

the vigorous contrasts of vivid color which gave her robe an imperial splendor; but just then his sight was

The presence of the panther, even asleep, could not fail to produce the effect which the magnetic eyes of the

For a moment the courage of the soldier began to fail before this danger, though no doubt it would have risen

at the mouth of a cannon charged with shell. Nevertheless, a bold thought brought daylight to his soul and

sealed up the source of the cold sweat which sprang forth on his brow. Like men driven to bay, who defy

death and offer their body to the smiter, so he, seeing in this merely a tragic episode, resolved to play his part

"The day before yesterday the Arabs would have killed me, perhaps," he said; so considering himself as good

as dead already, he waited bravely, with excited curiosity, the awakening of his enemy.

When the sun appeared, the panther suddenly opened her eyes; then she put out her paws with energy, as if to

stretch them and get rid of cramp. At last she yawned, showing the formidable apparatus of her teeth and

"A regular petite maitresse," thought the Frenchman, seeing her roll herself about so softly and coquettishly.

She licked off the blood which stained her paws and muzzle, and scratched her head with reiterated gestures

full of prettiness. "All right, make a little toilet," the Frenchman said to himself, beginning to recover his

gaiety with his courage; "we'll say good morning to each other presently;" and he seized the small, short

At this moment the panther turned her head toward the man and looked at him fixedly without moving. The

rigidity of her metallic eyes and their insupportable luster made him shudder, especially when the animal

walked towards him. But he looked at her caressingly, staring into her eyes in order to magnetize her, and let

her come quite close to him; then with a movement both gentle and amorous, as though he were caressing the

most beautiful of women, he passed his hand over her whole body, from the head to the tail, scratching the

flexible vertebrae which divided the panther's yellow back. The animal waved her tail voluptuously, and her

eyes grew gentle; and when for the third time the Frenchman accomplished this interesting flattery, she gave

forth one of those purrings by which cats express their pleasure; but this murmur issued from a throat so

powerful and so deep that it resounded through the cave like the last vibrations of an organ in a church. The

man, understanding the importance of his caresses, redoubled them in such a way as to surprise and stupefy

his imperious courtesan. When he felt sure of having extinguished the ferocity of his capricious companion,

whose hunger had so fortunately been satisfied the day before, he got up to go out of the cave; the panther let

him go out, but when he had reached the summit of the hill she sprang with the lightness of a sparrow

hopping from twig to twig, and rubbed herself against his legs, putting up her back after the manner of all the

race of cats. Then regarding her guest with eyes whose glare had softened a little, she gave vent to that wild

He was bold enough to play with her ears; he caressed her belly and scratched her head as hard as he could.

When he saw that he was successful, he tickled her skull with the point of his dagger, watching for the right

moment to kill her, but the hardness of her bones made him tremble for his success.

The sultana of the desert showed herself gracious to her slave; she lifted her head, stretched out her neck and

manifested her delight by the tranquility of her attitude. It suddenly occurred to the soldier that to kill this

He raised the blade, when the panther, satisfied no doubt, laid herself gracefully at his feet, and cast up at him

glances in which, in spite of their natural fierceness, was mingled confusedly a kind of good will. The poor

Provencal ate his dates, leaning against one of the palm trees, and casting his eyes alternately on the desert in

quest of some liberator and on his terrible companion to watch her uncertain clemency.

The panther looked at the place where the date stones fell, and every time that he threw one down her eyes

She examined the man with an almost commercial prudence. However, this examination was favorable to

him, for when he had finished his meager meal she licked his boots with her powerful rough tongue, brushing

"Ah, but when she's really hungry!" thought the Frenchman. In spite of the shudder this thought caused him,

the soldier began to measure curiously the proportions of the panther, certainly one of the most splendid

specimens of its race. She was three feet high and four feet long without counting her tail; this powerful

weapon, rounded like a cudgel, was nearly three feet long. The head, large as that of a lioness, was

distinguished by a rare expression of refinement. The cold cruelty of a tiger was dominant, it was true, but

there was also a vague resemblance to the face of a sensual woman. Indeed, the face of this solitary queen

had something of the gaiety of a drunken Nero: she had satiated herself with blood, and she wanted to play.

The soldier tried if he might walk up and down, and the panther left him free, contenting herself with

following him with her eyes, less like a faithful dog than a big Angora cat, observing everything and every

When he looked around, he saw, by the spring, the remains of his horse; the panther had dragged the carcass

all that way; about two thirds of it had been devoured already. The sight reassured him.

It was easy to explain the panther's absence, and the respect she had had for him while he slept. The first

piece of good luck emboldened him to tempt the future, and he conceived the wild hope of continuing on

good terms with the panther during the entire day, neglecting no means of taming her, and remaining in her

He returned to her, and had the unspeakable joy of seeing her wag her tail with an almost imperceptible

movement at his approach. He sat down then, without fear, by her side, and they began to play together; he

took her paws and muzzle, pulled her ears, rolled her over on her back, stroked her warm, delicate flanks. She

let him do what ever he liked, and when he began to stroke the hair on her feet she drew her claws in

The man, keeping the dagger in one hand, thought to plunge it into the belly of the too confiding panther, but

he was afraid that he would be immediately strangled in her last convulsive struggle; besides, he felt in his

heart a sort of remorse which bid him respect a creature that had done him no harm. He seemed to have found

a friend, in a boundless desert; half unconsciously he thought of his first sweetheart, whom he had nicknamed

"Mignonne" by way of contrast, because she was so atrociously jealous that all the time of their love he was

This memory of his early days suggested to him the idea of making the young panther answer to this name,

now that he began to admire with less terror her swiftness, suppleness, and softness. Toward the end of the

day he had familiarized himself with his perilous position; he now almost liked the painfulness of it. At last

his companion had got into the habit of looking up at him whenever he cried in a falsetto voice, "Mignonne."

At the setting of the sun Mignonne gave, several times running, a profound melancholy cry. "She's been well

brought up," said the lighthearted soldier; "she says her prayers." But this mental joke only occurred to him

when he noticed what a pacific attitude his companion remained in. "Come, ma petite blonde, I'll let you go

to bed first," he said to her, counting on the activity of his own legs to run away as quickly as possible,

The soldier waited with impatience the hour of his flight, and when it had arrived he walked vigorously in the

direction of the Nile; but hardly had he made a quarter of a league in the sand when he heard the panther

bounding after him, crying with that sawlike cry more dreadful even than the sound of her leaping.

"Ah!" he said, "then she's taken a fancy to me, she has never met anyone before, and it is really quite

flattering to have her first love." That instant the man fell into one of those movable quicksands so terrible to

travelers and from which it is impossible to save oneself. Feeling himself caught, he gave a shriek of alarm;

the panther seized him with her teeth by the collar, and, springing vigorously backwards, drew him as if by

"Ah, Mignonne!" cried the soldier, caressing her enthusiastically; "we're bound together for life and death but

From that time the desert seemed inhabited. It contained a being to whom the man could talk, and whose

ferocity was rendered gentle by him, though he could not explain to himself the reason for their strange

On awakening he could not find Mignonne; he mounted the hill, and in the distance saw her springing toward

him after the habit of these animals, who cannot run on account of the extreme flexibility of the vertebral

column. Mignonne arrived, her jaws covered with blood; she received the wonted caress of her companion,

showing with much purring how happy it made her. Her eyes, full of languor, turned still more gently than

the day before toward the Provencal, who talked to her as one would to a tame animal.

"Ah! mademoiselle, you are a nice girl, aren't you? Just look at that! So we like to be made much of, don't

we? Aren't you ashamed of yourself? So you have been eating some Arab or other, have you? That doesn't

matter. They're animals just the same as you are; but don't you take to eating Frenchmen, or I shan't like you

She played like a dog with its master, letting herself be rolled over, knocked about, and stroked, alternately;

sometimes she herself would provoke the soldier, putting up her paw with a soliciting gesture.

Some days passed in this manner. This companionship permitted the Provencal to appreciate the sublime

beauty of the desert; now that he had a living thing to think about, alternations of fear and quiet, and plenty to

Solitude revealed to him all her secrets, and enveloped him in her delights. He discovered in the rising and

setting of the sun sights unknown to the world. He knew what it was to tremble when he heard over his head

the hiss of a bird's wing, so rarely did they pass, or when he saw the clouds, changing and many colored

travelers, melt one into another. He studied in the night time the effect of the moon upon the ocean of sand,

where the simoom made waves swift of movement and rapid in their change. He lived the life of the Eastern

day, marveling at its wonderful pomp; then, after having reveled in the sight of a hurricane over the plain

where the whirling sands made red, dry mists and deathbearing clouds, he would welcome the night with

joy, for then fell the healthful freshness of the stars, and he listened to imaginary music in the skies. Then

solitude taught him to unroll the treasures of dreams. He passed whole hours in remembering mere nothings,

At last he grew passionately fond of the panther; for some sort of affection was a necessity.

Whether it was that his will powerfully projected had modified the character of his companion, or whether,

because she found abundant food in her predatory excursions in the desert, she respected the man's life, he

He devoted the greater part of his time to sleep, but he was obliged to watch like a spider in its web that the

moment of his deliverance might not escape him, if anyone should pass the line marked by the horizon. He

had sacrificed his shirt to make a flag with, which he hung at the top of a palm tree, whose foliage he had torn

off. Taught by necessity, he found the means of keeping it spread out, by fastening it with little sticks; for the

wind might not be blowing at the moment when the passing traveler was looking through the desert.

It was during the long hours, when he had abandoned hope, that he amused himself with the panther. He had

come to learn the different inflections of her voice, the expressions of her eyes; he had studied the capricious

patterns of all the rosettes which marked the gold of her robe. Mignonne was not even angry when he took

hold of the tuft at the end of her tail to count her rings, those graceful ornaments which glittered in the sun

like jewelry. It gave him pleasure to contemplate the supple, fine outlines of her form, the whiteness of her

belly, the graceful pose of her head. But it was especially when she was playing that he felt most pleasure in

looking at her; the agility and youthful lightness of her movements were a continual surprise to him; he

wondered at the supple way in which she jumped and climbed, washed herself and arranged her fur, crouched

down and prepared to spring. However rapid her spring might be, however slippery the stone she was on, she

One day, in a bright midday sun, an enormous bird coursed through the air. The man left his panther to look

at his new guest; but after waiting a moment the deserted sultana growled deeply.

"My goodness! I do believe she's jealous," he cried, seeing her eyes become hard again; "the soul of Virginie

The eagle disappeared into the air, while the soldier admired the curved contour of the panther.

But there was such youth and grace in her form! she was beautiful as a woman! the blond fur of her robe

The profuse light cast down by the sun made this living gold, these russet markings, to burn in a way to give

The man and the panther looked at one another with a look full of meaning; the coquette quivered when she

felt her friend stroke her head; her eyes flashed like lightningthen she shut them tightly.

"She has a soul," he said, looking at the stillness of this queen of the sands, golden like them, white like them,

"Well," she said, "I have read your plea in favor of beasts; but how did two so well adapted to understand

"Ah, well! you see, they ended as all great passions do endby a misunderstanding. For some reason ONE

suspects the other of treason; they don't come to an explanation through pride, and quarrel and part from

"Yet sometimes at the best moments a single word or a look is enough but anyhow go on with your story."

"It's horribly difficult, but you will understand, after what the old villain told me over his champagne. He

said'I don't know if I hurt her, but she turned round, as if enraged, and with her sharp teeth caught hold of

my leggently, I daresay; but I, thinking she would devour me, plunged my dagger into her throat. She

rolled over, giving a cry that froze my heart; and I saw her dying, still looking at me without anger. I would

have given all the worldmy cross even, which I had not got thento have brought her to life again. It was

as though I had murdered a real person; and the soldiers who had seen my flag, and were come to my

" 'Well sir,' he said, after a moment of silence, 'since then I have been in war in Germany, in Spain, in Russia,

in France; I've certainly carried my carcase about a good deal, but never have I seen anything like the desert.

"'Oh! that can't be described, young man! Besides, I am not always regretting my palm trees and my panther.

I should have to be very melancholy for that. In the desert, you see, there is everything and nothing.'