"To trace a picture of the condition of Languedoc，" writes the intendant，[9] "would be to give an account of calamities of every description. The panic which prevails in all communities， and which is stronger than all laws， stops traffic， and would cause famine even in the midst of plenty. Commodities are enormously expensive， and there is a lack of cash. Communities are ruined by the enormous outlays to which they are exposed： The payment of the deputies to the seneschal's court， the establishment of the burgess guards， guardhouses for this militia， and the purchase of arms， uniforms， and outlays in forming communes and permanent councils. To this must be add the cost of the printing of all kinds， and the publication of trivial deliberations. Further the loss of time due to disturbances occasioned by these circumstances， and the utter stagnation of manufactures and of trade." All these causes combined "have reduced Languedoc to the last extremity."-In the Center， and in the North， where the crops are good， provisions are not less scarce， because wheat is not put in circulation， and is kept concealed.
"For five months，" writes the municipal assembly of Louviers，[10]
"not a farmer has made his appearance in the markets of this town.
Such a circumstance was never known before， although， from time to time， high prices have prevailed to a considerable extent. On the contrary， the markets were always well supplied in proportion to the high price of grain."In vain the municipality orders the surrounding forty-seven parishes to provide them with wheat. They pay no attention to the mandate； each for himself and each for his own house； the intendant is no longer present to compel local interests to give way to public interests.
"In the wheat districts around us，" says a letter from one of the Burgundy towns， "we cannot rely on being able to make free purchases. Special regulations， supported by the civic guard， prevent grain from being sent out， and put a stop to its circulation. The adjacent markets are of no use to us. Not a sack of grain has been brought into our market for about eight months."At Troyes， bread costs four sous per pound， at Bar-sur-Aube， and in the vicinity， four and a half sous per pound. The artisan who is out of work now earns twelve sous a day at the relief works， and， on going into the country， he sees that the grain crop is good. What conclusion can he come to but that the dearth is due to the monopolists， and that， if he should die of hunger， it would be because those scoundrels have starved him？ -- By virtue of this reasoning whoever has to do with these provisions， whether proprietor， farmer， merchant or administrator， all are considered traitors. It is plain that there is a plot against the people： the government， the Queen， the clergy， the nobles are all parties to it；and likewise the magistrates and the wealthy amongst the bourgeoisie and the rich. A rumor is current in the Ile-de-France that sacks of flour are thrown into the Seine， and that the cavalry horses are purposely made to eat unripe wheat in stalk. In Brittany， it is maintained that grain is exported and stored up abroad. In Touraine， it is certain that this or that wholesale dealer allows it to sprout in his granaries rather than sell it. At Troyes， a story prevails that another has poisoned his flour with alum and arsenic， commissioned to do so by the bakers. -- Conceive the effect of suspicions like these upon a suffering multitude！ A wave of hatred ascends from the empty stomach to the morbid brain. The people are everywhere in quest of their imaginary enemies， plunging forward with closed eyes no matter on whom or on what， not merely with all the weight of their mass， but with all the energy of their fury.
IV.
Panic. - General arming.
>From the earliest of these weeks they were already alarmed.
Accustomed to being led， the human herd is scared at being left to itself； it misses its leaders who it has trodden under foot； in throwing off their trammels it has deprived itself of their protection. It feels lonely， in an unknown country， exposed to dangers of which it is ignorant， and against which it is unable to guard itself. Now that the shepherds are slain or disarmed， suppose the wolves should unexpectedly appear！ - And there are wolves - Imean vagabonds and criminals - who have but just issued out of the darkness. They have robbed and burned， and are to be found at every insurrection. Now that the police force no longer puts them down， they show themselves instead of keeping themselves concealed. They have only to lie in wait and come forth in a band， and both life and property will be at their mercy. - Deep anxiety， a vague feeling of dread， spreads through both town and country： towards the end of July the panic， like a blinding， suffocating whirl of dusts， suddenly sweeps over hundreds of leagues of territory. The brigands are coming！ They are burning the crops！ They are only six leagues off， and then only two - the refugees who have run away from the disorder prove it.
On the 28th of July， at Angoulême，[11] the alarm bell is heard about three o'clock in the afternoon； the drums beat to arms， and cannon are mounted on the ramparts. The town has to be put in a state of defense against 15，000 bandits who are approaching， and from the walls a cloud of dust on the road is discovered with terror. It proves to be the post-wagon on its way to Bordeaux. After this the number of brigands is reduced to 1，500， but there is no doubt that they are ravaging the country. At nine o'clock in the evening 20，000 men are under arms， and thus they pass the night， always listening without hearing anything. Towards three o'clock in the morning there is another alarm， the church bells ringing and the people forming a battle array. They are convinced that the brigands have burned Ruffec， Vernenil， La Rochefoucauld， and other places.