Like other legendary5 landslips this convulsion of nature is said to have taken place at night and to have been conducted with such delicacy6 and precision that the inhabitants were unaware7 of the “move.” They were not even awakened8 from sleep: no stool was overturned: no door swung open: the mug of wine left overnight by the drowsy9 reveller10 stood unspilled on the table: no neurotic11 dog burst into barking, nor did a cock crow, as is the custom of that bird when untoward12 events are in progress. Next morning the early riser, strolling into the street with a yawn, found that his native town had made quite a journey downhill towards the sea and had merely left behind it a wide scar in the earth which would make a most convenient site for a garden. Unhappily landslips are no longer carried out with this considerate decorum, so the gratitude13 of Roquebrune should endure for ever.
This is one legend; but there is another which is a little more stirring and which has besides a certain botanical interest. At a period which would be more clearly defined as “once upon a time” the folk of Roquebrune were startled by a sudden horrible rumbling14 in the ground beneath their feet, followed by a fearful and sickly tremor15 which spread through the astonished town.
Everybody, clad or unclad, young or old, rushed into the street screaming, “An earthquake!” It was an earthquake; because every house in the place was trembling like a man with ague, but it was more than an earthquake for the awful fact became evident that Roquebrune was beginning to glide16 towards the sea.
People tore down the streets to the open square, to the Place des Frères, which stands on the seaward edge of the town. The stampede was hideous17, for the street was unsteady and uneven18. The very road—the hard, cobbled road—was thrown into moving waves, such as pass along a shaken strip of carpet. To walk was impossible. Some fell headlong down the street; others crawled down on all fours or slid down in the sitting position; but the majority rolled down, either one by one or in clumps19, all clinging together.
The noise was fearful. It was a din2 made up of the cracking of splintered rock, the falling of chimneys, the rattle20 of windows and doors, the banging to and fro of loose furniture, the crashing of the church bells, mingled21 with the shouts of men, the prayers of women and the screams of children. A man thrown downstairs and clinging to the heaving floor could hear beneath him the grinding of the foundations of his house against the rock as the building slid on.
The houses rocked from side to side like a labouring ship. As a street heeled over one way the crockery and pots and pans would pour out of the doors like water and rattle down the streets with the slithering knot of prostrate22 people.
Clouds of dust filled the air, together with fumes23 of sulphur from the riven cliff. Worst of all was an avalanche24 of boulders25 which dropped upon the town like bombs in an air raid.
The people who clung to the crumbling26 parapet of the Place des Frères saw most; for they were in a position which would correspond to the front seat of a vehicle. They could feel and see the town (castle, church and all) skidding27 downhill like some awful machine, out of control and with every shrieking28 and howling brake jammed on.
They could see the precipice29 ahead over which they must soon tumble. Probably they did not notice that at the very edge of the cliff, standing30 quite alone, was a little bush of broom covered with yellow flowers.
The town slid on; but when the foremost wall reached the bush the bush did not budge31. It might have been a boss of brass32. It stopped the town as a stone may stop a wagon33. The avalanche of rocks ceased and, in a moment, all was peace.
The inhabitants disentangled themselves, stood up, looked for their hats, dusted their clothes and walked back, with unwonted steadiness, to their respective homes, grumbling34, no doubt, at the carelessness of the Town Council.
They showed some lack of gratitude for I notice that a bush of broom has no place on the coat of arms of Roquebrune.
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