The notary's nose;

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M. l'Ambert, all covered with blood,
spurred on his companions by word and
deed. People who have never seen a notary chasing his nose, cannot have a just
idea of his ardor. Good-by strawberries
and raspberries, farewell gooseberries and
currants. Everywhere the avalanche had
passed, the hope of the harvest was crushed,
destroyed, annihilated. There was nothing
left but bruised flowers, torn buds, broken
branches, and stalks trampled under foot.
The villagers, surprised by the invasion of
this unknown torrent, threw down their
watering-pots, called their neighbors, cried
out to the police, yelled for pay for the
damage, and gave chase to the chasers.
Victory! The cat is a prisoner. He
has thrown himself down a well. Buckets!
ropes! ladders! They are sure that
Master l'Ambert's nose will be found intact, or nearly so. But alas! this well is
not as other wells. It is the opening of