Walker Lake bulletin. (Hawthorne, Nev.) 1883-1926, 1916-11-04


~ have their eyes fixed on the
~ colossal struggle which is
= shaking civilization to it's very
foundations, but by none is 1t watched
with more breathless eagerness than
by that province on the western side
of the Carpathians which is cut off
from its kindred and bound by letters
of iron into sheaf Of alien races.
Magyar, Slav, Bosnian, Croatian, Teu-
ton-with his fellow-subjects of Kaiser
Franz Josef the Latin inhabitant of
Pennsylvania has absolutely no sym
pathy. On the contrary, he detests
them, one and all, though he reserves
his deadliest hatred for his hard task
master, the Hungarian. But with the
Roumanian on the farther side of the
Transylvanian Alps he has all things
in common, blood, language, descent.
Roumanla, the Romans land; Transyl-
vania, that part of the Romans land
which lies beyond the forests. And
that part which lies beyond the for
ests looks with unspeakable longing
for the deliverance which the Haps-
burg's overthrow will bring, for that
victory which will rennite her to her
kin, writes J. M. Dodington in Coun-
try Life.
1t is an interesting land, that which
lies beyond the forests, and there is,
perhaps, no quainter town in Europe
than it's ancient capital, Kolozsvar.
Embosomed in trees, its ancient
houses struggle over several hills, its
two ripping rivers are crossed by pic
turesque covered wooden bridges
which rival those of Lucerne and
Florence. Its narrow, unpaved streets
are lighted by electricity, but SANTA
ton, In each and all of its branches,
is totally ignored, and in its main thor
oughfares, beside the lines of tire cleo
trio tramway, run open sewers. These
discharge themselves into the two riv-
ers. I may add that the visitor has
not altogether agreeable sensation
when he observes the brown-skinned
washerwomen pounding his linen on
the banks of the said streams and sub
sequently rinsing 1t in their turbid
waters!
In these narrow, unpaved streets
there are many lofty and spacious
mansions, tenanted by the haute aris-
tocratic of the country. Like the pa
lazzi of Florence and of Rome, the
ground floors of these are entirely oc-
cupied by shops. On the first floor,
the piano Mobile, lives the owner Gf
sufficiently well off to afford such
lodgment). The upper floors are let
to tenants of many degrees, whose
station varies in inverse proportion to
their altitude. If the owner of the
mansion is poor man, he himself
"goes up higher"
Standing solitary on a hill outside
the town Is a whitewashed fortress
from which one has superb view over
hill and dale, over forest and river,
away and away to the far blue line
of the Carpathians. Kolozsvar also
possesses fine public park, under
whose fragrant lime trees a magnifi-
cent Tzigany band discourses widest
music.
Market Day In kolozsvar.
But the greatest charm of the little
town lit has population Of but a
bare 10000 souls) is its market day.
Then, under the largest and most
gorgeously colored umbrellas in Eu-
rope Il should imagine) do groups of
the most picturesquely attired coun-
trywomen assemble, surrounded by
piles of the most delightful fruit and
vegetables, downy peaches, crimson
plums, luscious grapes-purple, yellow
and white-rosy apples, blue-black
figs, blood red pomi d'oro, gigantic
melons and cucumbers, huge red pep
pers, produce of garden and orchard
of every color and form, and all
framed In garlands of roses of every
imaginable hue. Present everywhere,
roaming and roofing among the stalls,
are fiocks of long-necked geese and
herds of the peculiarly hideous swine
of the country whose happiest hunting
grounds are the Transylvanian for
ests.
Most beautiful forests they are
which clothe the foothills, magnificent
oaks and beeches, with here and there
a clump of silver birches or an avenue
Of stately pines. At rare intervals
comes a clearing in which nestles a
little cluster of mud huts backed by a
miniature village church. The small
fields which surround thu tiny hamlets
are carpeted with wild flowers.
Champions and peoples Of immense size
and most brilliant coloring, orchids of
many varieties, cOrnfowers-blue,
purple and amethyst-wild roses of
vivid pink and with thornless stems,
yellow snapdragons, delicate harebells
and fragrant pinks-there Is no end
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