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Title: Hungary
Year: 1909 (1900s)
Authors: Stokes, Adrian, 1854-1935 Stokes, Marianne
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Publisher: London : A. and C. Black
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
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l soft fish as bait,the name of which I do not know. One trout,taken where the two Vags meet, had weighedover twelve pounds. On my return to Mr. S I found that the ladies had left him. They had, indeed, been sentaway, and he was sitting with a repeating rifleacross his knees and an axe beside him. A trainfrom St. Miklds had just arrived, and a yellingcrowd was coming up the road towards us. Fora time things looked nasty, as the drunken mobcharged the stout palings ; but they were too fargone for any sort of organized attack, and tumbled 9—2 68 HUNGARY over one another in confusion. Then a band cameup, and they seemed to forget their evil intentions,and, cheering and singing, soon staggered away. We reached Vazsecz by an evening train withoutmisadventure, and only on the following day learntthat our Notary had been attacked at St. Miklds,his carriage overturned, and he himself stabbed inthe hand with which he successfully endeavouredto protect his head. KRIVAN, SEEN FROM NEAR VAZSECZ
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CHAPTER IV VAZSECZ, LUCSIVNA-FURDO, AND A LITTLE SPORT The Notary of Vazsecz, in Lipto county, UpperHungary, was King there. A strong man, he ruledthe wild people of that place. The magistratesbowed before him and the lawless trembled. It wasnot yet forgotten how, on his arrival twenty-sixyears before, he had laid hold of two powerfulthieves, one with each hand, and knocked theirheads together. They had broken into a farm,killed an ox, and then, finding it too heavy toremove whole, were caught in the act of cutting itin two. The Notary was a Magyar. In appear-ance he somewhat resembled Cecil Rhodes, in spiteof a suddenly retreating forehead, which sometimesreminded one of a tiger. Not long after the election—in which his sidewas successful— I received a note from him, invitingme to join a shooting-party on the following day. 69 70 HUNGARY If I could come, a carriage would call for me atdawn and take me to Krivan—the most westerly ofthe great Carpathians—where the other shooter

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