JACQUOU AND HIS MOTHER FACING UP TO THE WOLF ON THE GRAND-CASTANG MOOR
A deathly hush hung over the desolate moor when, all of a sudden, fifty yards away, a long, drawn-out howl could be heard (...) « Don’t be afraid », my mother said. And, after handing me the lantern, she took her clogs off, took one in each hand and headed straight for the beast, banging them against each other as hard as she could. (Excerpt “Jacquou le Croquant”, Eugène Le Roy).