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The Headsman: 

or, The Abbaye des Vignerons.

A Tale

By J. Fenimore Cooper.

  “How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds
  Makes deeds ill done.”

Complete in One Volume.

1860.

Introduction.

Early in October 1832, a travelling-carriage stopped on the summit of that long descent where the road pitches from the elevated plain of Moudon in Switzerland to the level of the lake of Geneva, immediately above the little city of Vevey.  The postilion had dismounted to chain a wheel, and the halt enabled those he conducted to catch a glimpse of the lovely scenery of that remarkable view.

The travellers were an American family, which had long been wandering about Europe, and which was now destined it knew not whither, having just traversed a thousand miles of Germany in its devious course.  Four years before, the same family had halted on the same spot, nearly on the same day of the month of October, and for precisely the same object.  It was then journeying to Italy, and as its members hung over the view of the Leman, with its accessories of Chillon, Chatelard, Blonay, Meillerie, the peaks of Savoy, and the wild ranges of the Alps, they had felt regret that the fairy scene was so soon to pass away.  The case was now different, and yielding to the charm of a nature so noble and yet so soft, within a few hours, the carriage was in remise, a house was taken, the baggage unpacked, and the household gods of the travellers were erected, for the twentieth time, in a strange land.

Our American (for the family had its head) was familiar with the ocean, and the sight of water awoke old and pleasant recollections.  He was hardly established in Vevey as a housekeeper, before he sought a boat.  Chance brought him to a certain Jean Descloux (we give the spelling at hazard,) with whom he soon struck up a bargain, and they launched forth in company upon the lake.

This casual meeting was the commencement of an agreeable and friendly intercourse.  Jean Descloux, besides being a very good boatman, was a respectable philosopher in his way; possessing a tolerable stock of general information.  His knowledge of America, in particular, might be deemed a little remarkable.  He knew it was a continent, which lay west of his own quarter of the world; that it had a place in it called New Vevey; that all the whites who had gone there were not yet black, and that there were plausible hopes it might one day be civilized.  Finding Jean so enlightened on a subject under which most of the eastern savans break down, the American thought it well enough to prick him closely on other matters.  The worthy boatman turned out to be a man of singularly just discrimination.  He was a reasonably-good judge of the weather; had divers marvels to relate concerning the doings of the lake; thought the city very wrong