. Bird-hunting through wild Europe . uld be living there in a conical hutof reeds—a most forlorn, miserable existence, de-voured by mosquitoes and leeches. One poor oldfellow, over seventy years old in appearance, wefound alone in a most pestiferous spot, many milesfrom anywhere. He was too feeble even to pretendto assist us, and too apathetic to do more than lookup at us as we passed his lonely abode. The airwas perfectly thick with mosquitoes, which fell towith greedy haste at the sight of fresh blood, andwhile we were busy with the boat they punished usmost severely. They must have exhauste
. Bird-hunting through wild Europe . uld be living there in a conical hutof reeds—a most forlorn, miserable existence, de-voured by mosquitoes and leeches. One poor oldfellow, over seventy years old in appearance, wefound alone in a most pestiferous spot, many milesfrom anywhere. He was too feeble even to pretendto assist us, and too apathetic to do more than lookup at us as we passed his lonely abode. The airwas perfectly thick with mosquitoes, which fell towith greedy haste at the sight of fresh blood, andwhile we were busy with the boat they punished usmost severely. They must have exhausted the veinsof the old fisherman long ago. I wouldnt havespent the night there without a mosquito-net for tenpounds. For some reason the sight of the place, andthe old man laboriously catching fish, gave me thehorrors, such an impression it made on my mind ofunutterable loneliness and desolation. As soon as we reached open water all sail wasset, and we simply tore through the water beforethe strong wind. Razelm is perhaps ten miles. FISH-TRAP ON THE DANUBE—OUR BOATMAN TRYING TO GET A FISHFOR DINNER
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