. Transylvania; its products and its people. With maps and numerous ills. after photographs. antcannot write. On such a piece of woodtherefore, bearing the mans name,thirty or more notches are made, asthe number of days the man has towork as repayment of the loan. Atthe end of each day he brings the pieceof wood in his possession, and when itis fitted into the other half, kept bythe steward, a notch is sliced awayfrom both, and the one part returnedto the owner. These labourers arealways inclined to cheat, and espe-cially to dispute about the number ofdays work; but by this means an end is put
. Transylvania; its products and its people. With maps and numerous ills. after photographs. antcannot write. On such a piece of woodtherefore, bearing the mans name,thirty or more notches are made, asthe number of days the man has towork as repayment of the loan. Atthe end of each day he brings the pieceof wood in his possession, and when itis fitted into the other half, kept bythe steward, a notch is sliced awayfrom both, and the one part returnedto the owner. These labourers arealways inclined to cheat, and espe-cially to dispute about the number ofdays work; but by this means an end is put at once toall contention, for on the two pieces of the wood beingput together, it is seen at once if they tally or not, andhow many days are still owing as payment. A little incident afforded me considerable the servant came into my room, he remarked theshoeing-horn on the table, and, by the way he took it up,turned it round, and hopelessly put it down again, it wasevident he was quite unable to make out what it couldpossibly be for. Soon after, I was about to use it, and. 508 TRANSYLVANIA. lie stood, with countenance full of expectation, for whatwas to come. He waited till the mystery should besolved. He saw me stoop, and his eves were fixed onthe shoeing-horn; but as yet he had no clue to iting. I put it in the shoe; the lad, full of expectation,watched me anxiously, when down slid my heel with athump into its place. Now he looked up; a pie;smile played over his whole face; his astonishmentgreat, but he had comprehended the process. Hi-eyes, turned wonderingly towards me, plainly said, Well,that is a masterpiece ! At the moment it appeared tome odd that he should never hav such instrument; but I afterwards remembered it was not s. pie here either wear boots or sandals, both precluding thenecessity for a Bhoeing-horn. The youth often looked atthe instrument afterwards, and then at me, evidentlyassociating the two as intimately belonging he thou
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