The Peûte-Bête fountain, the major curiosity of Aujeurres, has been spitting out water since the 13th century, like a dragon out of local mythology. In the village, wash-house decorated with 5 frescos depicting the sources and the gorges of la Vingeanne. Gargoyles, St Didier's church (18th c.), St George's chapel (19th c.).If the proposed construction of this fountain dates from 1832, it was actually made ??in 1836 after designs by architect Langres Onesimus Luquet. According to estimates, it should be composed of a circular pool surrounded by paving and should behave on a pedestal in the center, a figure set by the architect, throwing water. Today, "The Beast Peute" the fountain, dominated by the nearby church and pretend to fear the St Georges Chapel Cemetery, remains a vivid picture of the triumph of Christianity over paganism and demons of our terroir.
A picture probably deliberately chosen by the architect of the fountain ... and archeology buff who later became Bishop of Langres.
Extract of the legend:
One day there were fewer wolves, we did not know why at first, but soon it was realized that there was worse and a fabulous animal, came from who knows where and previously invisible, the frightened themselves. They had been eaten or had fled to other climes. Then they trembled more, because no one knew what a monster we had to do. He roared sometimes in the woods of Formont, sometimes in that of Maigrefontaine, sometimes to Mount Medium, sometimes in the gorges of Vingeanne, sometimes in Mount Armet and even Val des Fees. His voice was a strange voice and hear the whole land trembled. The birds ceased their songs, the rabbits crept years their holes, dogs huddled against their masters, horses panicked and cows on the meadows escaped custody shepherds. Each, moreover, left in haste fields and entered his house, locked the door and bade St Didier, the parish patron, St. George, who had slain the dragon and whose chapel in the middle of the cemetery overlooking the village, St Roch who has his statue in a niche on the church square. The echo of our valleys reproduced the roars to infinity and the Valley of the Dawn as in that of Vingeanne, anything living was hiding. Auberive up, west, up the other side Longeau, the air vibrated with rumbling. A Aujeurres, Leuchey, Villiers, Aprey, Praslay, Musseau, Vaillant, the doors were padlocked and we wondered what animal or what demon could push such cries. The hunters did not dare to venture, but they had their loaded guns in homes ....
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