Hungary and the Hungarians . wer Mercedes. It was theafternoon of the first days ride from Budapest, and,looking at the mileage table that I held in my hand,then at the sky, it resolved itself into a race with thelight; for Debreczen was the halting-place for thenight. Unhampered by speed regulations, we exceeded68 miles an hour; yet without any warning, and withno real conception of what had happened, we foundourselves landed high and dry right in the centre ofthe great plain. Never shall I forget the weird feelingwhich fell like a heavy mantle over all. Four hungry,tired souls stranded, and
Hungary and the Hungarians . wer Mercedes. It was theafternoon of the first days ride from Budapest, and,looking at the mileage table that I held in my hand,then at the sky, it resolved itself into a race with thelight; for Debreczen was the halting-place for thenight. Unhampered by speed regulations, we exceeded68 miles an hour; yet without any warning, and withno real conception of what had happened, we foundourselves landed high and dry right in the centre ofthe great plain. Never shall I forget the weird feelingwhich fell like a heavy mantle over all. Four hungry,tired souls stranded, and within 40 kilometres ofDebreczen. On the puszta^ and helpless. Not a soulwas to be seen, not a sound heard, and only a perfectnetwork of tracks to completely baffle a stranger. Toattempt to move farther without advice would havebeen madness. Lighting our head-lamps, we discoveredthat we were not so very far from the habitationof man. Alas! how deceptive distances are here!Leaving the car, I trudged over a field or so to what. V) u w h M J e^ >. g a <lj ?J z Ph h -< 2 o < z t) W ffi ON THE GREAT PLAIN t^ I had imagined was a csdrda; to my sorrow, I foundit but a shadow of its former self, a vacated, tumble-down mass of mud and sticks. The sense of quietthe place engendered was positively appalling. OnceI thought I caught a glimpse of the Betydr-virtus, thatrestless spirit of the Turpin order; but it vanished, andagain we were alone. Waiting, tiredly stretched outupon the ground, gradually preparing my mind for abed on sweet mother earth, I caught the sound ofhorses hoofs and apparently coming in our did we await the approach of the and nearer drew the horse and its companion,but one was unable to distinguish the form of the movement ceased and the man dis-mounted. I shouted. There was need in my everytone, and the answer reverberated with fear. Whydid not the man advance ? Not an inch farther wouldhe come. I asked for
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