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| The Story Behind This Story | |
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| Translator's Note | |
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| Maps | |
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| Chronology | |
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| Author's Apostrophe to the Reader | |
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| The Beggar Boy 1834-1853 | |
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| That pestilent sewer, the Rue Vili | |
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| My third accident | |
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| Prayers and catechism | |
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| A natural history of men and women | |
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| Those characters we used to call wild men | |
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| Horse-movers and wolf-killers | |
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| Stories and legends | |
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| The beggar's trade | |
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| Potato death | |
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| The legend of the Black Cat (Ar has du) | |
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| My first Communion | |
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| My fourth mortal accident | |
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| The Revolution of 1848 | |
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| At the Quimper hospice | |
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| The idler-kings of Lower Brittany | |
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| Terrible and cruel noblemen | |
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| The Midsummer Night's festival | |
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| Extraordinary visitors | |
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| At death's door for the fifth time | |
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| A professor of agriculture | |
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| We would have orgies | |
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| Superstitions | |
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| Gwerz de Ker-Is (The Ballad of Ker-Is) | |
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| Learning to write | |
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| A regular domestic servant | |
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| Observing the moon | |
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| Learning French | |
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| The Breton saints | |
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| The first telegraph line | |
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| At the recruitment office | |
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| The Soldier 1853-1868 | |
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| This barracks looked less cheerful | |
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| Tu farai un bounn soudart (You'll make a good soldier) | |
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| All I heard was foul language | |
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| You asked for it, so now march or die doing it! | |
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| At the Sathonay camp | |
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| A volunteer for the Crimea | |
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| Malta | |
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| Iss Sebaistoupoul! | |
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| The terrain was strewn with shells | |
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| The battle of Sevastopol | |
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| Scurvy, dysentery, and typhus | |
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| My learned teacher | |
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| Two good enemies | |
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| The whirlwind | |
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| The horrible black plague | |
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| Jerusalem pilgrimage | |
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| Our turn to embark | |
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| Marshal de Castellane | |
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| Napoleon III at Chalons | |
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| Long live Italy! Long live France! | |
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| Viva nostri liberatori! | |
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| Triumphal entrance | |
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| Great battle, great victory | |
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| The agreements between the two imperial rogues | |
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| Demobilization at Treport | |
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| I was discharged to Ergue-Gaberic | |
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| I was off to see a new country | |
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| I recited Dante's lines to him | |
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| The Arabs caught sight of me and cried out in terror | |
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| Now I was a schoolmaster | |
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| Long expedition | |
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| The fierce mountain men of Kabylia | |
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| From Algiers to Vera Cruz | |
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| Three thousand leagues from France | |
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| That celestial paradise, Avilez: 1866 | |
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| Gorgeous orgies | |
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| Social questions | |
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| The enemy was upon us | |
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| So we were run out | |
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| In Mexico City | |
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| The last of the Mexican bullets | |
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| I started telling stories | |
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| The Breton and the Corsican get along fine | |
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| Promoted to sergeant | |
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| The hermit beelover | |
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| To my old Brittany I shall return | |
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| "Long live the Emperor!" | |
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| The Farmer 1868-1882 | |
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| The prodigal rich man | |
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| The great pardon of Kerdevot | |
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| I shall set up an apiary | |
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| She was a daughter of Kernoas | |
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| My dreams of freedom were over | |
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| Betrothal meats | |
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| The sacrifice is to take place in a few days | |
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| The wedding feast lasted two days | |
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| A few hours of supreme happiness | |
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| My "new-fangled ways" | |
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| The good mother-in-law would grumble | |
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| His little god locked up in a box | |
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| My farming follies | |
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| Long live the republic! Down with the priests! | |
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| Heaven's fire | |
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| I have fattened you for fifteen years ... and now you put me out | |
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| The rumor of my death reached Toulven before I did | |
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| Forty-eight years old and half-crippled | |
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| Persecuted 1882-1905 | |
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| The national insurance company | |
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| Delirium tremens | |
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| My tobacco shop | |
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| The fine lady | |
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| The big day | |
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| So things went along rather nicely | |
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| There probably never will be a woman without vice or fault | |
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| This blow could only have come from the parish | |
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| I am run out of Pluguffan | |
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| Taking my children | |
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| And I began to write the story of my life | |
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| My son is buried | |
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| The Ergue-Gaberic paper mill | |
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| Thankless child | |
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| That great Breton Regionalist Union | |
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| It is the twentieth century and I am still alive | |
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| These stupid proletarians | |
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| A month with no food | |
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| "Pistigou" | |
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| I resolve to kill myself | |
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| Declared a madman, idiot, fool | |
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| The decree expelling the nuns | |
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| A short treatise on beekeeping | |
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| The drunkards' room | |
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| At the library | |
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| I have seen my name shining amid literary luminaries | |
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| It is time to end | |
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| About the Editor and Translator | |