บทที่ บทที่ 154 · THE GAMIN SHOULD HAVE HIS PLACE IN THE CLASSIFICATIONS OF

INDIA

The body of street Arabs in Paris almost constitutes a caste. One might

almost say: Not every one who wishes to belong to it can do so.

This word _gamin_ was printed for the first time, and reached popular

speech through the literary tongue, in 1834. It is in a little work

entitled _Claude Gueux_ that this word made its appearance. The horror

was lively. The word passed into circulation.

The elements which constitute the consideration of the gamins for each

other are very various. We have known and associated with one who was

greatly respected and vastly admired because he had seen a man fall

from the top of the tower of Notre-Dame; another, because he had

succeeded in making his way into the rear courtyard where the statues

of the dome of the Invalides had been temporarily deposited, and had

“prigged” some lead from them; a third, because he had seen a diligence

tip over; still another, because he “knew” a soldier who came near

putting out the eye of a citizen.

This explains that famous exclamation of a Parisian gamin, a profound

epiphonema, which the vulgar herd laughs at without comprehending,—

_Dieu de Dieu! What ill-luck I do have! to think that I have never yet

seen anybody tumble from a fifth-story window! _ (_I have_ pronounced

_I’ave_ and _fifth_ pronounced _fift’_.)

Surely, this saying of a peasant is a fine one: “Father So-and-So, your

wife has died of her malady; why did you not send for the doctor?”

“What would you have, sir, we poor folks _die of ourselves_.” But if

the peasant’s whole passivity lies in this saying, the whole of the

free-thinking anarchy of the brat of the faubourgs is, assuredly,

contained in this other saying. A man condemned to death is listening

to his confessor in the tumbrel. The child of Paris exclaims: “He is

talking to his black cap! Oh, the sneak!”

A certain audacity on matters of religion sets off the gamin. To be

strong-minded is an important item.

To be present at executions constitutes a duty. He shows himself at the

guillotine, and he laughs. He calls it by all sorts of pet names: The

End of the Soup, The Growler, The Mother in the Blue (the sky), The

Last Mouthful, etc., etc. In order not to lose anything of the affair,

he scales the walls, he hoists himself to balconies, he ascends trees,

he suspends himself to gratings, he clings fast to chimneys. The gamin

is born a tiler as he is born a mariner. A roof inspires him with no

more fear than a mast. There is no festival which comes up to an

execution on the Place de Grève. Samson and the Abbé Montès are the

truly popular names. They hoot at the victim in order to encourage him.

They sometimes admire him. Lacenaire, when a gamin, on seeing the

hideous Dautin die bravely, uttered these words which contain a future:

“I was jealous of him.” In the brotherhood of gamins Voltaire is not

known, but Papavoine is. “Politicians” are confused with assassins in

the same legend. They have a tradition as to everybody’s last garment.

It is known that Tolleron had a fireman’s cap, Avril an otter cap,

Losvel a round hat, that old Delaporte was bald and bareheaded, that

Castaing was all ruddy and very handsome, that Bories had a romantic

small beard, that Jean Martin kept on his suspenders, that Lecouffé and

his mother quarrelled. “Don’t reproach each other for your basket,”

shouted a gamin to them. Another, in order to get a look at Debacker as

he passed, and being too small in the crowd, caught sight of the

lantern on the quay and climbed it. A gendarme stationed opposite

frowned. “Let me climb up, m’sieu le gendarme,” said the gamin. And, to

soften the heart of the authorities he added: “I will not fall.” “I

don’t care if you do,” retorted the gendarme.

In the brotherhood of gamins, a memorable accident counts for a great

deal. One reaches the height of consideration if one chances to cut

one’s self very deeply, “to the very bone.”

The fist is no mediocre element of respect. One of the things that the

gamin is fondest of saying is: “I am fine and strong, come now!” To be

left-handed renders you very enviable. A squint is highly esteemed.