The next day they kept their word, and thus they grew up together.Vampa was twelve, and Teresa eleven.And yet their natural disposition revealed itself.Beside his taste for the fine arts, which Luigi had carried as far as he could in his solitude, he was given to alternating fits of sadness and enthusiasm, was often angry and capricious, and always sarcastic.None of the lads of Pampinara, Palestrina, or Valmontone had been able to gain any influence over him or even to become his companion.His disposition (always inclined to exact concessions rather than to make them) kept him aloof from all friendships.Teresa alone ruled by a look, a word, a gesture, this impetuous character, which yielded beneath the hand of a woman, and which beneath the hand of a man might have broken, but could never have been bended.Teresa was lively and gay, but coquettish to excess.
The two piastres that Luigi received every month from the Count of San-Felice's steward, and the price of all the little carvings in wood he sold at Rome, were expended in ear-rings, necklaces, and gold hairpins.So that, thanks to her friend's generosity, Teresa was the most beautiful and the best-attired peasant near Rome.The two children grew up together, passing all their time with each other, and giving themselves up to the wild ideas of their different characters.Thus, in all their dreams, their wishes, and their conversations, Vampa saw himself the captain of a vessel, general of an army, or governor of a province.
Teresa saw herself rich, superbly attired, and attended by a train of liveried domestics.Then, when they had thus passed the day in building castles in the air, they separated their flocks, and descended from the elevation of their dreams to the reality of their humble position.
"One day the young shepherd told the count's steward that he had seen a wolf come out of the Sabine mountains, and prowl around his flock.The steward gave him a gun; this was what Vampa longed for.This gun had an excellent barrel, made at Breschia, and carrying a ball with the precision of an English rifle; but one day the count broke the stock, and had then cast the gun aside.This, however, was nothing to a sculptor like Vampa; he examined the broken stock, calculated what change it would require to adapt the gun to his shoulder, and made a fresh stock, so beautifully carved that it would have fetched fifteen or twenty piastres, had he chosen to sell it.But nothing could be farther from his thoughts.For a long time a gun had been the young man's greatest ambition.In every country where independence has taken the place of liberty, the first desire of a manly heart is to possess a weapon, which at once renders him capable of defence or attack, and, by rendering its owner terrible, often makes him feared.From this moment Vampa devoted all his leisure time to perfecting himself in the use of his precious weapon; he purchased powder and ball, and everything served him for a mark -- the trunk of some old and moss-grown olive-tree, that grew on the Sabine mountains; the fox, as he quitted his earth on some marauding excursion; the eagle that soared above their heads: and thus he soon became so expert, that Teresa overcame the terror she at first felt at the report, and amused herself by watching him direct the ball wherever he pleased, with as much accuracy as if he placed it by hand.
"One evening a wolf emerged from a pine-wood hear which they were usually stationed, but the wolf had scarcely advanced ten yards ere he was dead.Proud of this exploit, Vampa took the dead animal on his shoulders, and carried him to the farm.These exploits had gained Luigi considerable reputation.The man of superior abilities always finds admirers, go where he will.He was spoken of as the most adroit, the strongest, and the most courageous contadino for ten leagues around; and although Teresa was universally allowed to be the most beautiful girl of the Sabines, no one had ever spoken to her of love, because it was known that she was beloved by Vampa.And yet the two young people had never declared their affection; they had grown together like two trees whose roots are mingled, whose branches intertwined, and whose intermingled perfume rises to the heavens.Only their wish to see each other had become a necessity, and they would have preferred death to a day's separation.Teresa was sixteen, and Vampa seventeen.About this time, a band of brigands that had established itself in the Lepini mountains began to be much spoken of.The brigands have never been really extirpated from the neighborhood of Rome.Sometimes a chief is wanted, but when a chief presents himself he rarely has to wait long for a band of followers.
