Back Wild Dog
Chapters (64)
  1. Cover
  2. Part I
  3. July 1914
  4. Spring 2017
  5. August 1914
  6. Spring 2017
  7. August 1914
  8. August 2017
  9. August 1914
  10. August 2017
  11. August 1914
  12. August 2017
  13. August 1914
  14. August 2017
  15. August 1914
  16. August 2017
  17. September 1914
  18. August 2017
  19. Part II
  20. September 1914
  21. August 2017
  22. September 1914
  23. August 2017
  24. September 1914
  25. August 2017
  26. September 1914
  27. August 2017
  28. October 1914
  29. August 2017
  30. October 1914
  31. August 2017
  32. October 1914
  33. August 2017
  34. October 1914
  35. August 2017
  36. October 1914
  37. August 2017
  38. May 1915
  39. August 2017
  40. May 1915
  41. August 2017
  42. May 1915
  43. August 2017
  44. Part III
  45. August 2017
  46. May 1915
  47. August 2017
  48. May 1915
  49. August 2017
  50. June 1915
  51. August 2017
  52. July 1915
  53. August 2017
  54. July 1915
  55. August 2017
  56. July 1915
  57. August 2017
  58. July 1915
  59. August 2017
  60. July 1915
  61. August 2017
  62. July 1915
  63. August 2017
  64. Epilogue

Because of the priest’s sermons – wasted words for not much effect – the animals did not begin their journey until nearly nine o’clock. It would take three hours to reach the pasture, if they went at a good pace. Some women and children were going with the sheep, and some of the old people too, at least for the first couple of kilometres because after that, the path became steeper and steeper. To reach the hills, you first had to climb Mont d’Orcières, and from there branch off to go due east. As they climbed they wondered how the animals would behave as they approached the summit. They were worried the sheep would take fright at the smell of the wild cats, because ewes have an acute sense of smell, and always react to an unknown scent. They fear smells they have not encountered before, and they would definitely never have smelt the emanations of lions and tigers. Fortunately there was no wind, but the women were worried about what would happen as they reached the top of the mountain, and prayed they would be able to head quickly in the direction of the high pastures that stretched away towards the granite slopes of the Massif Central.

They also did not know how the wild cats would react as they caught the scent of all those sheep and cows coming towards them. The scent might drive them wild; they might even break the bars of their cages. Everyone could picture the eight monsters making for the flock, raging like foxes descending on a henhouse, killing ten times more hens than they would actually be able to eat. Animals often do that: dogs go in for that kind of excessive killing and so do wolves when they come across a lot of livestock. The men were doing the very same at that moment, lobbing grenades into trenches filled with soldiers, and men were not the only species to behave like brutes.

As they approached the top of Mont d’Orcières, the sheep became more and more nervous, but the cows remained docile, not sensing any danger. The smell of lions did not register with Limousin cattle as something to be afraid of. They were calm ruminants, accustomed to meeting danger with insouciance.