The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1882-07-27
The Hungarian Plains.

at first the plains softly undulating
are ,dimpled here and there with shady
hollows; while like golden islands in an
ocean OF vivid green lie long stretches
of yellow COLA and ripening corn. On
the gently rising upland yonder dark
round speck appears against the sunlit
sky; gardually it elongates, and we hear
a voice singing in quivering treble
some national idyl. 1t is q husband
man emerging from the hollow and
trudging homeward along the crest OF
the undulation. Then ali is silence and
solitude once more, till coming to o
standstin at "one of the primitive wells
by the roadside, we hear the distant
rumble of wagon as it's wheels grind
heavily along, the driver of it singing,
as it goes, melancholy ditty in the mi
nor key. Then one by one the villages
and solitary farms lying on the horizon
die away, and we enter the bouudless
plains. How lonely we feel, and what
tiny atoms of creation, with no objects
to measure ourselves by save birds of
prey, and the white clouds sailing far
up in the great, blue, glorious sky! Our
carriage, though imposing only in the
matter of size proved very comfortable,
its ponderous hood shielding us from the
heat of the sun, save where, taking
mean advantage of weak places in its
constitution, it shot fiery arrows in up
on us, scarcely less piercing than those
that pour down upon the head of the
traveller in the desert. The sun roflects
itself in the white and dusty road.
Above the soil on either side there is O
tiickering motion of the air like the haze
from lime-kiln. Everything is hot and
dusty; not an insect is seen lowering
about the low bushes which now
and then skirt our pathway. All
nature is taking its siesta in the dreamy
noontide, and nothing is awake but the
| scarlet pimpernel that with wide-open,
unblinking cye looks straight up at the
blazing sun. We now come to q marshy
district where lonely heron is con-
templating its lovely image in o small
still pool, and then away we 90 again
out into the broad purble patches of
newly upturned soil, bands OF emerald
corn, and speckled streaks of tobacco,
with its large red and green leaves, and
! on through cool labyrinths of maize,
till we come to vast tracts ofuncultivated
land, where wild horses with flying
names go scampcIing across it's surface
with the natural grace of untamed
things. AS day advances and the
shadows of the clouds begin to lengther
across the plains, breeze springs UP and
plays about us softly, rustling the large
white, surplice-like sleeves of The driver
garment, but not sufficiently strong t.
stir his black and flowing locks, which
weighted with some unctuous matter
rest calmly on his shoulders. Ou
nearest town is Veszprim, but at tn
pace we are at present going we ar,
scarcely likely to reach it before night
fall, if then. But what does it matter
when we have the whole of tomorrow
and the next day, and the day after that
aye, and our whole lives, to do the
distance in if necessary How delight,
full to enjoy for once the true feeling Of
rest in this world of hurry-scurry. where
we are but too often compelled to live
at high pressure! Let, oh! let us for
once take life easily under the broad
and peaceful canopy of heaven, and re-
duce the dolce far niente to SCIENCE
! From sMd0UarI1nd'