Marianne Stokes

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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Then a gentleman spoke tome, advising me to keep wideawake, as at anymoment the soldiers might have to clear thesquare. The shops were, of course, all closed, but thehotels were crowded, and at the door of each playeda band, while crowds of peasants crushed in andout, or strained for bundles of cigars, held aloftby half-suffocated agents. A peasant, white with fury and wet with perspi-ration, struggled in the clutches of two canvassers. What has he done V I again asked a Jew. * Heis drunk and wants to go over to the other party.He has been paid for his vote, was the reply. Towards noon the heat became intense. Noiseand dancing continued unabated, and the smell ofdrink became sickening. I joined the ladies at aplace appointed, when Frau Deutsch — whosescheme, it appeared afterwards, had been to obtaina free meal—led us to the best hotel. From a balcony, overlooking a courtyard full ofpeasants devouring a generous dinner served onmany deal tables, we observed the proceedings. MISKO
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VAZSECZ AND A PARLIAMENTARY ELECTION 65 Men only, as voters, were seated, but they gavethe food with which they were served to theirwives standing by, who secreted it, and then theycalled for more. This was repeated over and overagain, and only excited our amusement; but whenwe saw some women coolly adding knives, forks,and even plates, to their hidden store, I felt obligedto tell a head-waiter what was going on. * Oh,said he, * it does not matter. We are always paida liberal allowance for theft. The Notarys wife had left us early in the dayand I found it hard to convince our remainingcompanion that, even on election-day, we objectedto obtain food under false pretences. To her—quite honest generally—all seemed fair at such atime, and she would have obtained orders for usto dine as helpers in the great fight. Having eaten, we said good-bye to our landlady,and hoped to be able to explore the town, butfound that every street was barred by soldiers,with orders to let no one by without

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Title: Hungary
Year: 1909 (1900s)
Authors: Stokes, Adrian, 1854-1935 Stokes, Marianne
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in his light red summer coat. Nearer, ever nearer,came the hounds. The buck stepped down the edgeof the wood till opposite my place of concealment,then suddenly broke away, and, leaping over thestones and undergrowth between us, came on to hisfate. The guest of the day, a rubicund and jovialJudge, was on my left. Presently I heard himshoot twice, and then a second buck, going likethe wind, flashed between me and the wood. Myfirst barrel had no effect, but the second, aimedwell in front, bowled him head over heels, andhe lay dead. The Judge rushed up with out-stretched hand to clasp mine, and thank me forhaving stopped his quarry, and ask if it was stillgoing when I fired! As a matter of fact, it hadseen him when about to shoot, doubled back, andonly offered a long shot from behind, which couldhave had no effect but to accelerate its pace.However, some shot were found near its hind-quarters, and at the end of the day he carriedit off in triumph to Budapest. SLOVAK GIRL IN SUNDAY ATTIRE
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VAZSECZ AND LUCSIVNA-FURDO 73 The drive was over. Beaters and hounds drewnear, the guns assembled round a fire, and heartycompHments were paid to me. Then a hamperwas opened, wine and mineral waters were handedround, cigars lit, and one or other of the company-started snatches of old Hungarian hunting songs,the rest forming a chorus. After each drive, and whenever we stopped fora short rest or consultation, a fire was at oncemade by the beaters. They all smoked pipeswith small clay bowls closed with metal lids andstuffed with strong tobacco, which they hadpreviously moistened with saliva and rolled uptight in the palms of their hands. The heads ofthe pipes were then thrust among the glowingembers of the fire to roast, and afterwards thetobacco was lit in the usual way. This methodwas said to make it burn more slowly and tastestronger than any other known. Several outlying parts of the forest were driven,and a few hares fell before we arrived at the shedwhere luncheon was prepared, but

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