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Identifier: hungary00stok (find matches)
Title: Hungary
Year: 1909 (1900s)
Authors: Stokes, Adrian, 1854-1935 Stokes, Marianne
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Publisher: London : A. and C. Black
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
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o still farther afield. My wife one day captured a small Wallachianshepherd boy, a dear little fellow, who, with theconsent of his father, came most willingly to bedrawn. Two sittings were arranged for, the moneyto be paid on the conclusion of the second. Butafter the first he disappeared, and—though severalpeople went in search of him—as far as we know,was never seen or heard of any more. And thisis only one instance from many of a similar kind. From Felso-Banya we drove several times to Kis-Banya (Banya means mine, and the words Nagy,Felso, Kis; Great, Upper, and Small; respec-tively), along a stream that doubtless once hassparkled, and through perfect hill scenery whichresembled Devonshire and Wales. About halfwaywe came to a gold-mine belonging to a Frenchcompany, where the tasteful house of the engineers,the little bridges and dainty summer-houses in thegardens, and the general aspect of brightness, awokevivid recollections of far-away France. the cathedral and square,szatmAr
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DESZE, OTHER PLACES, AND A SALT-MINE 217 At Kis-Banya we drove to the Greek church,and, finding it locked, called on the priest, whoreadily opened it for us. The interior containedmany rude paintings Byzantine in character, and,hefore the sanctuary, the customary wooden screendivided by carved framework into painted panels.The priest was a Rumanian knowing at most adozen words of German, but his Latin languageseemed easy after the hopeless difficulty of Hun-garian. We talked with him in broken Italian,German, and the few words of Latin that remainto us, all combined, with complete success. Hekindly offered to take us to see several Rumanianfarms, but insisted that we should first come tobreak bread with him at his own house. We found the houses of the farmers we visitedto be picturesque and clean. Outside they werewhite, or light blue, with small windows framedin dark wood, and—the older ones—high roofs ofrich dark-coloured thatch which in shape resembledcandle-extinguishers with

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