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Count of Monte Cristo, The
Chapter 22 - The Smugglers
Alexandre Dumas
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       _ Dantes had not been a day on board before he had a very
       clear idea of the men with whom his lot had been cast.
       Without having been in the school of the Abbe Faria, the
       worthy master of The Young Amelia (the name of the Genoese
       tartan) knew a smattering of all the tongues spoken on the
       shores of that large lake called the Mediterranean, from the
       Arabic to the Provencal, and this, while it spared him
       interpreters, persons always troublesome and frequently
       indiscreet, gave him great facilities of communication,
       either with the vessels he met at sea, with the small boats
       sailing along the coast, or with the people without name,
       country, or occupation, who are always seen on the quays of
       seaports, and who live by hidden and mysterious means which
       we must suppose to be a direct gift of providence, as they
       have no visible means of support. It is fair to assume that
       Dantes was on board a smuggler.
       At first the captain had received Dantes on board with a
       certain degree of distrust. He was very well known to the
       customs officers of the coast; and as there was between
       these worthies and himself a perpetual battle of wits, he
       had at first thought that Dantes might be an emissary of
       these industrious guardians of rights and duties, who
       perhaps employed this ingenious means of learning some of
       the secrets of his trade. But the skilful manner in which
       Dantes had handled the lugger had entirely reassured him;
       and then, when he saw the light plume of smoke floating
       above the bastion of the Chateau d'If, and heard the distant
       report, he was instantly struck with the idea that he had on
       board his vessel one whose coming and going, like that of
       kings, was accompanied with salutes of artillery. This made
       him less uneasy, it must be owned, than if the new-comer had
       proved to be a customs officer; but this supposition also
       disappeared like the first, when he beheld the perfect
       tranquillity of his recruit.
       Edmond thus had the advantage of knowing what the owner was,
       without the owner knowing who he was; and however the old
       sailor and his crew tried to "pump" him, they extracted
       nothing more from him; he gave accurate descriptions of
       Naples and Malta, which he knew as well as Marseilles, and
       held stoutly to his first story. Thus the Genoese, subtle as
       he was, was duped by Edmond, in whose favor his mild
       demeanor, his nautical skill, and his admirable
       dissimulation, pleaded. Moreover, it is possible that the
       Genoese was one of those shrewd persons who know nothing but
       what they should know, and believe nothing but what they
       should believe.
       In this state of mutual understanding, they reached Leghorn.
       Here Edmond was to undergo another trial; he was to find out
       whether he could recognize himself, as he had not seen his
       own face for fourteen years. He had preserved a tolerably
       good remembrance of what the youth had been, and was now to
       find out what the man had become. His comrades believed that
       his vow was fulfilled. As he had twenty times touched at
       Leghorn, he remembered a barber in St. Ferdinand Street; he
       went there to have his beard and hair cut. The barber gazed
       in amazement at this man with the long, thick and black hair
       and beard, which gave his head the appearance of one of
       Titian's portraits. At this period it was not the fashion to
       wear so large a beard and hair so long; now a barber would
       only be surprised if a man gifted with such advantages
       should consent voluntarily to deprive himself of them. The
       Leghorn barber said nothing and went to work.
       When the operation was concluded, and Edmond felt that his
       chin was completely smooth, and his hair reduced to its
       usual length, he asked for a hand-glass. He was now, as we
       have said, three-and-thirty years of age, and his fourteen
       years' imprisonment had produced a great transformation in
       his appearance. Dantes had entered the Chateau d'If with the
       round, open, smiling face of a young and happy man, with
       whom the early paths of life have been smooth. and who
       anticipates a future corresponding with his past. This was
       now all changed. The oval face was lengthened, his smiling
       mouth had assumed the firm and marked lines which betoken
       resolution; his eyebrows were arched beneath a brow furrowed
       with thought; his eyes were full of melancholy, and from
       their depths occasionally sparkled gloomy fires of
       misanthropy and hatred; his complexion, so long kept from
       the sun, had now that pale color which produces, when the
       features are encircled with black hair, the aristocratic
       beauty of the man of the north; the profound learning he had
       acquired had besides diffused over his features a refined
       intellectual expression; and he had also acquired, being
       naturally of a goodly stature, that vigor which a frame
       possesses which has so long concentrated all its force
       within itself.
       To the elegance of a nervous and slight form had succeeded
       the solidity of a rounded and muscular figure. As to his
       voice, prayers, sobs, and imprecations had changed it so
       that at times it was of a singularly penetrating sweetness,
       and at others rough and almost hoarse. Moreover, from being
       so long in twilight or darkness, his eyes had acquired the
       faculty of distinguishing objects in the night, common to
       the hyena and the wolf. Edmond smiled when he beheld
       himself: it was impossible that his best friend -- if,
       indeed, he had any friend left -- could recognize him; he
       could not recognize himself.
       The master of The Young Amelia, who was very desirous of
       retaining amongst his crew a man of Edmond's value, had
       offered to advance him funds out of his future profits,
       which Edmond had accepted. His next care on leaving the
       barber's who had achieved his first metamorphosis was to
       enter a shop and buy a complete sailor's suit -- a garb, as
       we all know, very simple, and consisting of white trousers,
       a striped shirt, and a cap. It was in this costume, and
       bringing back to Jacopo the shirt and trousers he had lent
       him, that Edmond reappeared before the captain of the
       lugger, who had made him tell his story over and over again
       before he could believe him, or recognize in the neat and
       trim sailor the man with thick and matted beard, hair
       tangled with seaweed, and body soaking in seabrine, whom he
       had picked up naked and nearly drowned. Attracted by his
       prepossessing appearance, he renewed his offers of an
       engagement to Dantes; but Dantes, who had his own projects,
       would not agree for a longer time than three months.
       The Young Amelia had a very active crew, very obedient to
       their captain, who lost as little time as possible. He had
       scarcely been a week at Leghorn before the hold of his
       vessel was filled with printed muslins, contraband cottons,
       English powder, and tobacco on which the excise had
       forgotten to put its mark. The master was to get all this
       out of Leghorn free of duties, and land it on the shores of
       Corsica, where certain speculators undertook to forward the
       cargo to France. They sailed; Edmond was again cleaving the
       azure sea which had been the first horizon of his youth, and
       which he had so often dreamed of in prison. He left Gorgone
       on his right and La Pianosa on his left, and went towards
       the country of Paoli and Napoleon. The next morning going on
       deck, as he always did at an early hour, the patron found
       Dantes leaning against the bulwarks gazing with intense
       earnestness at a pile of granite rocks, which the rising sun
       tinged with rosy light. It was the Island of Monte Cristo.
       The Young Amelia left it three-quarters of a league to the
       larboard, and kept on for Corsica.
       Dantes thought, as they passed so closely to the island
       whose name was so interesting to him, that he had only to
       leap into the sea and in half an hour be at the promised
       land. But then what could he do without instruments to
       discover his treasure, without arms to defend himself?
       Besides, what would the sailors say? What would the patron
       think? He must wait.
       Fortunately, Dantes had learned how to wait; he had waited
       fourteen years for his liberty, and now he was free he could
       wait at least six months or a year for wealth. Would he not
       have accepted liberty without riches if it had been offered
       to him? Besides, were not those riches chimerical? --
       offspring of the brain of the poor Abbe Faria, had they not
       died with him? It is true, the letter of the Cardinal Spada
       was singularly circumstantial, and Dantes repeated it to
       himself, from one end to the other, for he had not forgotten
       a word.
       Evening came, and Edmond saw the island tinged with the
       shades of twilight, and then disappear in the darkness from
       all eyes but his own, for he, with vision accustomed to the
       gloom of a prison, continued to behold it last of all, for
       he remained alone upon deck. The next morn broke off the
       coast of Aleria; all day they coasted, and in the evening
       saw fires lighted on land; the position of these was no
       doubt a signal for landing, for a ship's lantern was hung up
       at the mast-head instead of the streamer, and they came to
       within a gunshot of the shore. Dantes noticed that the
       captain of The Young Amelia had, as he neared the land,
       mounted two small culverins, which, without making much
       noise, can throw a four ounce ball a thousand paces or so.
       But on this occasion the precaution was superfluous, and
       everything proceeded with the utmost smoothness and
       politeness. Four shallops came off with very little noise
       alongside the lugger, which, no doubt, in acknowledgement of
       the compliment, lowered her own shallop into the sea, and
       the five boats worked so well that by two o'clock in the
       morning all the cargo was out of The Young Amelia and on
       terra firma. The same night, such a man of regularity was
       the patron of The Young Amelia, the profits were divided,
       and each man had a hundred Tuscan livres, or about eighty
       francs. But the voyage was not ended. They turned the
       bowsprit towards Sardinia, where they intended to take in a
       cargo, which was to replace what had been discharged. The
       second operation was as successful as the first, The Young
       Amelia was in luck. This new cargo was destined for the
       coast of the Duchy of Lucca, and consisted almost entirely
       of Havana cigars, sherry, and Malaga wines.
       There they had a bit of a skirmish in getting rid of the
       duties; the excise was, in truth, the everlasting enemy of
       the patron of The Young Amelia. A customs officer was laid
       low, and two sailors wounded; Dantes was one of the latter,
       a ball having touched him in the left shoulder. Dantes was
       almost glad of this affray, and almost pleased at being
       wounded, for they were rude lessons which taught him with
       what eye he could view danger, and with what endurance he
       could bear suffering. He had contemplated danger with a
       smile, and when wounded had exclaimed with the great
       philosopher, "Pain, thou art not an evil." He had, moreover.
       looked upon the customs officer wounded to death, and,
       whether from heat of blood produced by the encounter, or the
       chill of human sentiment, this sight had made but slight
       impression upon him. Dantes was on the way he desired to
       follow, and was moving towards the end he wished to achieve;
       his heart was in a fair way of petrifying in his bosom.
       Jacopo, seeing him fall, had believed him killed, and
       rushing towards him raised him up, and then attended to him
       with all the kindness of a devoted comrade.
       This world was not then so good as Doctor Pangloss believed
       it, neither was it so wicked as Dantes thought it, since
       this man, who had nothing to expect from his comrade but the
       inheritance of his share of the prize-money, manifested so
       much sorrow when he saw him fall. Fortunately, as we have
       said, Edmond was only wounded, and with certain herbs
       gathered at certain seasons, and sold to the smugglers by
       the old Sardinian women, the wound soon closed. Edmond then
       resolved to try Jacopo, and offered him in return for his
       attention a share of his prize-money, but Jacopo refused it
       indignantly.
       As a result of the sympathetic devotion which Jacopo had
       from the first bestowed on Edmond, the latter was moved to a
       certain degree of affection. But this sufficed for Jacopo,
       who instinctively felt that Edmond had a right to
       superiority of position -- a superiority which Edmond had
       concealed from all others. And from this time the kindness
       which Edmond showed him was enough for the brave seaman.
       Then in the long days on board ship, when the vessel,
       gliding on with security over the azure sea, required no
       care but the hand of the helmsman, thanks to the favorable
       winds that swelled her sails, Edmond, with a chart in his
       hand, became the instructor of Jacopo, as the poor Abbe
       Faria had been his tutor. He pointed out to him the bearings
       of the coast, explained to him the variations of the
       compass, and taught him to read in that vast book opened
       over our heads which they call heaven, and where God writes
       in azure with letters of diamonds. And when Jacopo inquired
       of him, "What is the use of teaching all these things to a
       poor sailor like me?" Edmond replied, "Who knows? You may
       one day be the captain of a vessel. Your fellow-countryman,
       Bonaparte, became emperor." We had forgotten to say that
       Jacopo was a Corsican.
       Two months and a half elapsed in these trips, and Edmond had
       become as skilful a coaster as he had been a hardy seaman;
       he had formed an acquaintance with all the smugglers on the
       coast, and learned all the Masonic signs by which these half
       pirates recognize each other. He had passed and re-passed
       his Island of Monte Cristo twenty times, but not once had he
       found an opportunity of landing there. He then formed a
       resolution. As soon as his engagement with the patron of The
       Young Amelia ended, he would hire a small vessel on his own
       account -- for in his several voyages he had amassed a
       hundred piastres -- and under some pretext land at the
       Island of Monte Cristo. Then he would be free to make his
       researches, not perhaps entirely at liberty, for he would be
       doubtless watched by those who accompanied him. But in this
       world we must risk something. Prison had made Edmond
       prudent, and he was desirous of running no risk whatever.
       But in vain did he rack his imagination; fertile as it was,
       he could not devise any plan for reaching the island without
       companionship.
       Dantes was tossed about on these doubts and wishes, when the
       patron, who had great confidence in him, and was very
       desirous of retaining him in his service, took him by the
       arm one evening and led him to a tavern on the Via del'
       Oglio, where the leading smugglers of Leghorn used to
       congregate and discuss affairs connected with their trade.
       Already Dantes had visited this maritime Bourse two or three
       times, and seeing all these hardy free-traders, who supplied
       the whole coast for nearly two hundred leagues in extent, he
       had asked himself what power might not that man attain who
       should give the impulse of his will to all these contrary
       and diverging minds. This time it was a great matter that
       was under discussion, connected with a vessel laden with
       Turkey carpets, stuffs of the Levant, and cashmeres. It was
       necessary to find some neutral ground on which an exchange
       could be made, and then to try and land these goods on the
       coast of France. If the venture was successful the profit
       would be enormous, there would be a gain of fifty or sixty
       piastres each for the crew.
       The patron of The Young Amelia proposed as a place of
       landing the Island of Monte Cristo, which being completely
       deserted, and having neither soldiers nor revenue officers,
       seemed to have been placed in the midst of the ocean since
       the time of the heathen Olympus by Mercury, the god of
       merchants and robbers, classes of mankind which we in modern
       times have separated if not made distinct, but which
       antiquity appears to have included in the same category. At
       the mention of Monte Cristo Dantes started with joy; he rose
       to conceal his emotion, and took a turn around the smoky
       tavern, where all the languages of the known world were
       jumbled in a lingua franca. When he again joined the two
       persons who had been discussing the matter, it had been
       decided that they should touch at Monte Cristo and set out
       on the following night. Edmond, being consulted, was of
       opinion that the island afforded every possible security,
       and that great enterprises to be well done should be done
       quickly. Nothing then was altered in the plan, and orders
       were given to get under weigh next night, and, wind and
       weather permitting, to make the neutral island by the
       following day. _
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Chapter 1 Marseilles - The Arrival
Chapter 2 - Father and Son
Chapter 3 - The Catalans
Chapter 4 - Conspiracy
Chapter 5 - The Marriage-Feast
Chapter 6 - The Deputy Procureur du Roi
Chapter 7 - The Examination
Chapter 8 - The Chateau D'If
Chapter 9 - The Evening of the Betrothal
Chapter 10 - The King's Closet at the Tuileries
Chapter 11 - The Corsican Ogre
Chapter 12 - Father and Son
Chapter 13 - The Hundred Days
Chapter 14 - The Two Prisoners
Chapter 15 - Number 34 and Number 27
Chapter 16 - A Learned Italian
Chapter 17 - The Abbe's Chamber
Chapter 18 - The Treasure
Chapter 19 - The Third Attack
Chapter 20 - The Cemetery of the Chateau D'If
Chapter 21 - The Island of Tiboulen
Chapter 22 - The Smugglers
Chapter 23 - The Island of Monte Cristo
Chapter 24 - The Secret Cave
Chapter 25 - The Unknown
Chapter 26 - The Pont du Gard Inn
Chapter 27 - The Story
Chapter 28 - The Prison Register
Chapter 29 - The House of Morrel & Son
Chapter 30 - The Fifth of September
Chapter 31 - Italy: Sinbad the Sailor
Chapter 32 - The Waking
Chapter 33 - Roman Bandits
Chapter 34 - The Colosseum
Chapter 35 - La Mazzolata
Chapter 36 - The Carnival at Rome
Chapter 37 - The Catacombs of Saint Sebastian
Chapter 38 - The Compact
Chapter 39 - The Guests
Chapter 40 - The Breakfast
Chapter 41 - The Presentation
Chapter 42 - Monsieur Bertuccio
Chapter 43 - The House at Auteuil
Chapter 44 - The Vendetta
Chapter 45 - The Rain of Blood
Chapter 46 - Unlimited Credit
Chapter 47 - The Dappled Grays
Chapter 48 - Ideology
Chapter 49 - Haidee
Chapter 50 - The Morrel Family
Chapter 51 - Pyramus and Thisbe
Chapter 52 - Toxicology
Chapter 53 - Robert le Diable
Chapter 54 - A Flurry in Stocks
Chapter 55 - Major Cavalcanti
Chapter 56 - Andrea Cavalcanti
Chapter 57 - In the Lucerne Patch
Chapter 58 - M Noirtier de Villefort
Chapter 59 - The Will
Chapter 60 - The Telegraph
Chapter 61 - How a Gardener may get rid of the Dormice that eat His Peaches
Chapter 62 - Ghosts
Chapter 63 - The Dinner
Chapter 64 - The Beggar
Chapter 65 - A Conjugal Scene
Chapter 66 - Matrimonial Projects
Chapter 67 - At the Office of the King's Attorney
Chapter 68 - A Summer Ball
Chapter 69 - The Inquiry
Chapter 70 - The Ball
Chapter 71 - Bread and Salt
Chapter 72 - Madame de Saint-Meran
Chapter 73 - The Promise
Chapter 74 - The Villefort Family Vault
Chapter 75 - A Signed Statement
Chapter 76 - Progress of Cavalcanti the Younger
Chapter 77 - Haidee
Chapter 78 - We hear From Yanina
Chapter 79 - The Lemonade
Chapter 80 - The Accusation
Chapter 81 - The Room of the Retired Baker
Chapter 82 - The Burglary
Chapter 83 - The Hand of God
Chapter 84 - Beauchamp
Chapter 85 - The Journey
Chapter 86 - The Trial
Chapter 87 - The Challenge
Chapter 88 - The Insult
Chapter 89 - A Nocturnal Interview
Chapter 90 - The Meeting
Chapter 91 - Mother and Son
Chapter 92 - The Suicide
Chapter 93 - Valentine
Chapter 94 - Maximilian's Avowal
Chapter 95 - Father and Daughter
Chapter 96 - The Contract
Chapter 97 - The Departure for Belgium
Chapter 98 - The Bell and Bottle Tavern
Chapter 99 - The Law
Chapter 100 - The Apparition
Chapter 101 - Locusta
Chapter 102 - Valentine
Chapter 103 - Maximilian
Chapter 104 - Danglars Signature
Chapter 105 - The Cemetery of Pere-la-Chaise
Chapter 106 - Dividing the Proceeds
Chapter 107 - The Lions' Den
Chapter 108 - The Judge
Chapter 109 - The Assizes
Chapter 110 - The Indictment
Chapter 111 - Expiation
Chapter 112 - The Departure
Chapter 113 - The Past
Chapter 114 - Peppino
Chapter 115 - Luigi Vampa's Bill of Fare
Chapter 116 - The Pardon
Chapter 117 - The Fifth of October