The daily morning journal and courier., 1902-01-02

In the end, however, most of the things were saved. The men caught the canoe as she spun past a barge, and held her till help came All the articles, too, were fished out except those that would not float. Thus we lost our lan- tern, the prop of the kettle, a pair of my friends shoes an odd one of mine, the ridge-pole of the tent and my town hat and coat. It was wonderfully lit tie. The bows of the canoe, however, were completely smashed in; and to make 1t worse the rain suddenly came down in torrents and cold wind blew from the north.
 Then carpenter appeared on the scene, and said he could mend the ca noe and make 8 new tent-pole. The people of the bath-house took our things in to dry, while we jumped into a closed carriage and drove back into Vienna, my friend with no shoes on his feet, and I without hat on my head. Yet such was our good luck, that three hours later we were spinning down the river in the mended canoe: the sun was shining brightly, our things were dried, we had new tent-pole, Vienna was out of sight below the horizon-and when we landed for camp the place was so lonely that, on climbing the bank, I looked straight into the eyes of great stag with branching antlers.
 For two days at racing speed we jour- neyed through wild and lonely country toward the frontiers of Hungary. The river was like wide lake-nO houses, no boats no token of man except the daily steamer between Vienna and Bu- dapest We passed signs of Roman days and Turkish occupancy strangely mingled; Carnuntum, where Marcus Aurelius is said to have written much of his philosophy; Theben, on spur of the little Carpathians, with its rock-perched fortress destroyed by the Turks in 1883, when they swept on to besiege Vienna, and again by the French in 1809 At it's very feet the March (the boundary be- tween Austria and Hungary) comes se- dately in, and the Danube received a new impetus as we passed below it's shadow and into Hungary at last.
 The Germans had been kind in neg ative fashion the Bavarians courteous. the Austrians obliging; but the hospi- tality of the Hungarians was positively aggressive Nothing is too much they used to declare when we expostu- lated with them on the overwhelming nature of their attentions, nothing is too good for Englishmen. Everybody will tell you the same In Hungary. :" | Kossuth was the magical word, and hatred of the Austrians the keynote of | their emotions. We blessed the gene- q 1,i, iy, Axytln and went on our way rejoicing. The crowds no longer stood gaping; they helped without being asked. When we landed for provisions they ran down to | hold the canoe, while others went into the villages to make our purchases more cheaply for us Even their questions were intelligent. German is of uncer- tain value here, and we had carefully | learned the Magyar words for the artl- cles we most needed. Now you begin to learn Magyar when it is too late, laughed the woman in a Pressburg shop where we bought milk and eggs and ba- con; "but it's no matter; you can starve in Hungary" The Hungarian name of the town is Pozsony. It was formerly the capital where the kings of the Hapsburg race were crowned. Be low it it's Danube branches into three arms. one of which makes circuit of fifty miles and comes in again at Ko- morn. The main river is couple of miles wide and full of islands. separa- ted by rapids and falls. An officer as sured us that we should get lost for days together unless we carefully kept to the main channel. The country is utterly deserted, save for the little black landing stages of the steamers that appear every twenty miles or so, the villages lying far back and protected by | high earthen banks. The loneliness and desola tion of these vast reaches of tur- bulent river and low, willow-clad is lands were impressive in flood-time it must be grand.-Algernon Rlackwood in Macmillan's Magazine.