The Woodcutter Short Story

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Two days later, early we say farewell to Gilbert’s grandmother. In the company of grandfather, and a woodcutter settled in the wagon pulled by the horses. Gilbert's grandfather explained to us; we're a family on his way to a nearby village to a funeral. The trip made on routes between farms throughout the region to cross a village which passes through and arrived at a farm where two younger women. There we parted from Gilbert Grandpa to the woodcutter. They told us these persons be responsible and lead us to the following stage. They offer to eat and hid us in the high spot of the barn. One of them called Solange, stayed, the other, she will return to continuing our journey. The sun had not yet raised when Solange woke up us, gave us …show more content…

Hide among cereal crops and behind the mounds of hay or among the vineyards. It first walks with the freshness of the morning, but the day it became warm and hot forced to stop. My brother Jacob exhausted and Leah asleep in the man's arms who carried her. Again, we undertook the hike and reach a woodland. There another forest ranger led us to a shelter where along with Solange spent a few days. Days later, he comes back and guided us hiking, among vineyards to a convent. Tired, and afraid, I realize, until now; Gilbert’s Grandparent contact have everything planned to the last detail.¿How could cross the demarcation line the three of us? And what will be for us? I slept with Leah tightened to my side. It early came Solange together with a priest; he took us to the kitchen to having breakfast. He told tonight would come to find us since we cross towards the south …show more content…

Since I was the eldest, he explained that the crossing would be on a ship like those carrying wines, iron, coal and grain on the channel. He says that the boatman, and his wife were pleasant; their vessel was their home, and during our trip will be just our house. These persons will bring us to a Catholic orphanage, our future shelter. Solange will come with us. At nightfall, joined by Solange and a man found us. We left the abbey and move through the darkness guided by moonlight and the river's sound. We reach the boat, Leah (now Ivette) clutching her doll tete and Jacob (now Jacques) exhausted. The silence only interrupted by the frogs' noise, everything dark. Through the reed appeared the straight figure of the sailor. He instructed to jump in the water. I did; Jacob it’s afraid, and the mariner loaded it on his shoulders as a feather. For a few meters walked and in the middle of this darkness, it’s the boat; one by one climbed. After saying goodbye and hugged us, Monsieur le curé spoke with the boatman and disappeared. In motion on the parallel channel to the river Cher, the boat was empty. On the canal the trajectory required to spend a few locks and passed near Vierzon and Bourges, cities divided by the demarcation