. Hungary and its people: Magyarorzág és népei. blows here and there from the muscularpeasants. As you quit the place, the loud tumult made by thepeople, and the cries of the animals ringing in your ears,you come upon a strange contrast of scene, for you aresuddenly thrown into the midst of the Puszta (wilderness).Yes ! you are now in the heart of the dear Alföld! Youare in the midst of its waste plains, crowned by thewaving golden ears of corn, over which the Fata Morganais ruling supreme, playing with her frolic fancy and throw-ing upward her flaming fireworks! Strange that thesewaste and lo
. Hungary and its people: Magyarorzág és népei. blows here and there from the muscularpeasants. As you quit the place, the loud tumult made by thepeople, and the cries of the animals ringing in your ears,you come upon a strange contrast of scene, for you aresuddenly thrown into the midst of the Puszta (wilderness).Yes ! you are now in the heart of the dear Alföld! Youare in the midst of its waste plains, crowned by thewaving golden ears of corn, over which the Fata Morganais ruling supreme, playing with her frolic fancy and throw-ing upward her flaming fireworks! Strange that thesewaste and lonely plains should have more alluring charmsthan the wild grandeur of the Carpathian Mountains andthe rustic beauty of the smiling scenery around; but theiact remains, that when once the quaint picture of theAlföld is unveiled before you it will be reflected upon yourmind for the rest of your life, and one might almost feelinclined to believe in the peasant superstition that the FataMorgana, or as the Hungarians call it, the Délibáb (mid-. THE CSIKCS (cowboy). Page 4 (Appendix). The Puszta. 5 day fairy) is the magic spirit who allures and enchantsyou on the Hungarian Plains. Alexander Pet?fi, who soglorified it in much of his verse, sings thus : Tis thou, oh Alföld, with thy endless plains,Who art the dearest, happiest abode of my undulating highlands with their valleysAre like a book whose numerous leaves one has to turn;But thou, my Alföld, art like an open letter,Which can be read at a what grand and noble thoughts are inscribed upon you !Ah! grieved am I that I cannot spend my days here in the in its midst I would love to the free Bedouin in ! Puszta ! thou art the image of freedom !And Freedom ! thou art the religion of my soul 1 As I have had occasion to point out elsewhere, thePusztas are the sites of towns and villages which were de-stroyed by Turkish hordes, who carried off the inhabitants intoslavery ;
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