The Slavs of the war zone . wers theglorious amphitheatre of the Carpathians. There is somethingangry and defiant about them, there is something savage in theiraspect. Peak above peak they rear themselves, their lower slopesand steep perpendicular chff sides densely clothed with fohage,their highest summits bald, fierce and rugged, crowned most ofthe year with snow. Right at the very top of one of thesemountains, thousands of feet above the level of the sea, is a tinylake. Indeed, there are many lakes, and the peasants call themthe Eyes of the Sea, because of their sapphire blueness andbecause
The Slavs of the war zone . wers theglorious amphitheatre of the Carpathians. There is somethingangry and defiant about them, there is something savage in theiraspect. Peak above peak they rear themselves, their lower slopesand steep perpendicular chff sides densely clothed with fohage,their highest summits bald, fierce and rugged, crowned most ofthe year with snow. Right at the very top of one of thesemountains, thousands of feet above the level of the sea, is a tinylake. Indeed, there are many lakes, and the peasants call themthe Eyes of the Sea, because of their sapphire blueness andbecause they believe that between them and the ocean there aresubterranean passages unknoTvii and unexplored by man. Girtabout by gigantic rocks and cold whiteness, nothing living disturbstheir solitude except the chamois and golden eagles—who soarabove on outstretched motionless wings and cast their shadowson the dazzling steeps. Up there, so the simple folk declare, theGood God comes do^wn to gaze upon the Avorld, and there is. Near Ragusa on the Dalmatian Coast.
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