For far less a bird which could not see you would stop its song and fly away terrified.

The Cigale imperturbably continues to sing as if nothing had occurred.
Of my experiences of this kind I will mention only one, the most remarkable of many.
I borrowed the municipal artillery; that is, the iron boxes which are charged with gunpowder on the day of the patron saint.

The artilleryman was delighted to load them for the benefit of the Cigales, and to fire them off for me before my house.

There were two of these boxes stuffed full of powder as though for the most solemn rejoicing.

Never was politician making his electoral progress favoured with a bigger charge.
To prevent damage to my windows the sashes were all left open.