man, who called the Chief Milkman. After a long talk behind closed doors, the whole party filed out of the royal apartments, the Chief Milkman holding in his hand a scroll, showing a large, red seal, and tied many times around with a broad, red ribbon, the Royal Butler closing the line and looking wise as a privy-councillor.
The scroll contained an order, authorizing the Chief Milkman — as there were not cows enough in the whole kingdom to give such milk as was needed for the young Prince — to furnish the remainder. So there w T ere brought to the royal cattle-yard seventeen thousand nine hundred and thirteen cows, all famed for the richness of their milk. Master Gargantua had, luckily, with the milk of these cows, enough to keep him alive until he was a year and ten months old. Then the wise old Doctor thought that the child ought to be taken more into the fresh air. In fact, what the Doctor really wanted, and w r as half crazy about not finding, was a carriage suited to the young Prince. A common baby carriage would not do at all. At last a youthful page, who dearly loved the strong oxen he had seen during the frequent visits he was fond of making to the royal stables, thought a fine large cart, not too pretty but very strong, and drawn by oxen, might do. The oxen were ready, but they could not be used until the Royal Carpenter had measured and made a cart that would hold the young giant.
There never was a happier baby than Gargantua the first time he was placed in the cart. He was, in truth, a marvel of a baby, both because his body was so big and his face was so broad that, from much drinking of milk and good wines, he could boast of several chins, — some said nine ; others swore there were ten,—which lapped each one over the other, as if they felt they were good company. Every day he would be taken out to ride. Then when he was tired he would cry, " Drink ! drink! drink! "
Whenever that cry was heard, presto ! the cart would come to a stand-still, the oxen would begin to munch, and everybody would make a rush to the wine-cellar. Of course, the King's son always had the best wines, and the lackey who was lucky enough to reach him first when he cried for drink always had the right to a cupful for himself. So it is quite certain that never was a baby so well waited on as was Gargantua. He cried " Drink! drink! drink I " so often that all the servants got to be sad topers from skipping off to the cellars whenever he called; and it turned out at last that even the tinkling of an empty glass, as a knife would strike against it, or the sight of a flagon or a bottle, would make him jump up and dance with joy, and start him afresh to bawling for "Drink! drink! drink!" and the lackeys to scampering to the wine-cellar after the wine.
CHAPTER IV.
THE ROYAL TAILOR'S BILL FOR GARGANTUA'S SUIT.
HEN Gargantua had outgrown the age for riding in his ox-cart, and was just beginning to toddle round the palace-walks, it occurred to Father Grand-gousier that he was getting to be a big boy. So he ordered the Royal Tailor into his Royal Presence.
"So ho! Thou art the clothes-maker, art thou? Now, measure my son, and make a suit for him. His mother says he looks best in blue and white," was all he said.
The Royal Tailor bowed humbly, while all the time he was shivering in his fine velvets and silks, at the honor of making clothes for a Giant Prince. For the old King, who simply wanted everything loose and easy-like, it was all well enough; but how would it be when he began to fit the royal heir ? was what he kept asking himself. A royal tailor believes in his heart that he is a sort of king-maker, because he makes the clothes that give to a King that grand, imperial air which compels all men to kneel before him. He never will appear the least bit ruffled at the most impossible order given him, provided the order come from a King; but bows and smiles, no matter how sick and angry he may be at heart.
To do the Royal Tailor justice, he did his best with the order given him. He made the clothes — and his bill.
That bill is still kept at Montsoreau. It is really a curiosity, and runs in this way : —
MAKING GARGAXTUA S SOT.
His MOST GRACIOUS MAJESTY,
To THE ROYAL TAILOR,
For His Royal Highness' shirt with gusset
Doublet of white satin ..... Breeches of white broadcloth .... Shoes of blue and ciimson velvet
Coat of blue velvet
Girdle of silk serge
Cap of velvet, half white and half blue Gown of blue velvet
Ells
DR.
1,100 813
1,1051 406
1,800 3001 3001
9,600
15,4251
Besides all this quantity of rich cloth for Gargantua's full court-suit, there was brought from Hyrcania the Wild a bright blue feather for his plume. This plume was held in place by a handsome enameled clasp of gold, -weighing sixty-eight marks, which the Crown Jewellers, by his father's orders, with great care, made for him; also a ring foi the forefinger of his left hand, with a carbuncle in it as large as an ostrich-egg; and a great chain of gold berries to wear around his neck, weighing twenty-five thousand and sixty-three marks.
MEASURING GAKGANTUA FOR HIS SUIT.
GARGANTUA AT PLAT.
CHAPTER V.
THE YEAR GARGANTUA HAD WOODEN HORSES, AND WHAT USE HE MADE OF THEM.
FROM the time he was three years old to the time he had grown to be a boy of five, Gargantua was brought up, by the strict command of his father, just like all the other children of the Kingdom. His education was very simple. It was :
Drinking, eating, and sleeping ; Eating, sleeping, and drinking ; Sleeping, drinking, and eating.
If he loved any one thing more than to play in the mud, that was to roll and wallow about in the mire. He would go home with his shoes all run down at the heels, and his face and clothes well streaked with dirt. Gargantua, therefore, was not more favored than the other little boys of the kingdom who were not so rich as he was ; but there was one advantage which he did have. From his earliest babyhood he saw so many horses in the Royal Stables that he got to know a fine horse almost as well as his father did. Whenever he saw a horse he would clap his fat hands together, and shout at the top of his lungs. It was thought that — being a Prince who was, in time, to become a King — he should be taught to ride well. So they made him, when he was a little fellow of four years, so fine, so strong, and so wonderful a, wooden horse that there had never been seen its like up to that date, and there never has been found in any young prince's play-house or toy-shop since.
This surprising horse must have been a piece of rare workmanship, because, whenever its young master wanted it to do anything, it was bound to do it. He could make it leap forward, jump backward, rear skyward, and waltz, all at one time. He could make it trot, gallop, rack, pace, gambol, and amble, just as the humor took him. But this was only half of what that horse could do. Grargantua, at a word, could make it change the color of its hair. One day its hide would be milk-white ; the next day, bay ; the next, black; the next, sorrel; the next, dapple-gray ; the next, mouse-color ; the next, piebald ; the next, a soft brown deer-color.
But this was not all.
Gargantua learned to be so skilful that he thought that he might
GARGANTUA S HORSE.
just as well make a horse to suit himself as to have a horse bought for him. So he sat knitting his great eyebrows till he finally found how he could make a hunting-nag out of a big post; one for every day, out of the beam of a wine-press; one with housings for his room, out of a great oak-tree ; and, out of different kinds of wood in his father's kingdom, he made ten or twelve spare horses, and had seven for the mail.