New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1897-06-20

Ga ,ns. {" and s%rn .crx %t thu, us go nSck said the
ard home they went of with the speed that tor
ror engendcrS even In animals. 4 big gray wolf
had crossed the path in front OF us and .ifved
mo the forest beyond with iugubrious howl
No responsive howl followed so we knew that
ne was alone and therefore not dangerous; st
the horses were far too frightened to rrocood
ANIMALS can scent a wolf immediately and are
bear. "
1t was often terribly cold 50 we always adopt-
cd me mode of the peasant women and wrapped
our heads ears and faces in woollen shawIs Sey-
Graz 'ii''es an icS northeast ind blew. such as
have never felt elsewhere. We did not dare TO
speak out of doors then. because il seemed to
liccZe our tongues each time we open
mouths. The fur rugs were made like Sacks
and. having put on a fur coat. you stepped into
your sack and drew the folds round you tightly
sitting on them to exclude the drau-ht We had
doupie windows TO every room and big stoves
which hIEe wood fires burned day and night all
over the house; yet it sometimes difficult
to keep warm when you were sitting still. The
rats evidently felt II cold TOO. for found them
coming up from the cellars and down from the
iSoden' perpetuaily. Ny life became almost a
burden TO me because Of them. When there
were none actually about. always expect
ing To see them. which almost as bad: espe-
cially after a big fellow up the younf, Count
ess's legs whilst she was crossing the hall one
evening He was fortunately smitten dead by a
footman soon a. he descended but we couIdn:t
get over it for some time During n nnver.to.be
forgotten night. had 'rattS' monster in my
bedroom. and he did have such n time of IT chas-
ing the mice, You can't conceive the fearful
clamor of racing feet and squealing. At last,
having chased seven mice into the mousetrap.
winch they fondly imagined tower OF
refuge. he climbed up the curtain a table
the bed and began to gnaw at my candle. In
vain | moved like cat. barked like n terrier.
kicked my feet wildly about, and called for help
There he stayed: gnaw. gnaw, gnaw! close be-
side my pillow in the most persistent. demOnia-
cal manner Finally the young Countess heard
my calls lighted her candle. banged vociferously
on the door first then opened it and placed the
lighted candle on the SILL whilst L collected my
pillows and Coverlet. and made terrific spring
over the candle into her room. which opened
out Of mine. 1t was scarcely the work of an in
slant TO pick up the candle. bang the door and
shut Mr.. Rat in till the morning. when death
and terrier were sent in together. The rest OF
the night was spent by me wrapped In my cover
let, lying oblonG table: toward dawn I
moved, forgot where 1 was. tried to turn over
in my sleep. and deposited myself and my pill
lows on the floor.
During the cold months the peasants rarely
venture out OF doors except to feed their animals
and to go to mass Sundays. The latter is a
meritorious action for the churches never
heated, and the cold vaultlike feeling Is intense
ly trying. Sheepskns. OF course. de rig
always looks IL it only waiting to start
Off o.: n sleighing expedition. everybody is SO
bundled up.
The travellers "reminiscences all the more
amusing in that. in spite OF her energy and en-
tcrprisc. she is strictly feminine person. full Of
feminine scnsibilites. and not at all averse to
letting it be known that her Hungarian friends
considered her pretty and winning. The most
picturesque of her recitals must leave I'M
quoted. for they long for transfcrrence
to these columns. 1t is not necessary to say to
the reader that she has no literary style at all:
but her grlish. haphazard and uncercmonious
fashion OF writing certainly gives captivating
iVcliness and freshness TO her narrative. There
is not stupid page il, the whole book
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