The Slavs of the war zone . A Pack Horse in ill .1 \ illage in the Balkans [To face page 188. LIFE IN THE BALKANS 189 Down in the valleys, up on the cold hillsides, on theirthresholds, they think they hear to-day, as they thought theyheard yesterday, the moaning of The Unseen, even as theyhear in the ringing of the Christmas Bells the voice of the Lightof the World. Despite the heavy snowfall, since daybreak the market-place of Ak-Palanka has been a scene of excitement and have been coming and going all day, and bonylittle overladen pack-ponies, along with
The Slavs of the war zone . A Pack Horse in ill .1 \ illage in the Balkans [To face page 188. LIFE IN THE BALKANS 189 Down in the valleys, up on the cold hillsides, on theirthresholds, they think they hear to-day, as they thought theyheard yesterday, the moaning of The Unseen, even as theyhear in the ringing of the Christmas Bells the voice of the Lightof the World. Despite the heavy snowfall, since daybreak the market-place of Ak-Palanka has been a scene of excitement and have been coming and going all day, and bonylittle overladen pack-ponies, along with melancholy, lowingherds of cattle, and droves of squealing, black-haired pigs. Forthe majority of the latter these squeals are their last, for roastpork is the dish indispensable to a Serbian Christmas dinner.*As it is the eve of their great Feast Day the peasants are all ingala dress, and here in Ak-Palanka, where time stands still, thenational Serbian dress is retained in all its glory. In this obscurevillage on a festa day there is as much colour, or
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