Show THE HUNGARIAN PLAINS A Woud ernil worl picture of the prairie of the eat 4 from froni at first the plains softly undulating arc are dimpled here and there with shady hollows weilo cu en islands in an in ocean of vivid green lie long stretches of yellow colza and ripening corn on oil the gentl gently rising upland yonder a dark speck h appears against against t the sul sunlit fit sky gradually it elongates and we licar hear a voice singing in in a quivering tr treble C some national idyl it is a husbandman emerging from the hollow and trudging homeward along the crest rest odthe of the undulation then all is is silence and solitude once more till coming to a standstill at one of the primitive wells by the roadside wo we hear the distant rumble of a wagon as is its wheels grind heavily along the driver of it singing as he lie oes a melancholy ditty in the minor fey bocsa cy then one by one the v villages 1 iia es and solitary farms farm 3 lying on oil t the ll 11 horizon die away and we enter the boundless s plains how ion lonely I 1 wo we feel and what tiny atoms of creation with no objects to measure ourselves by save birds of prey and ind the white clouds sailing far up in the great blue glorious sky our e carriage arri age though imposing only in the matter of size size proved very comfortable its ponderous hood shielding ua us from the heat of the sun save where taking mean advantage of the weak places in its constitution it shot fiery arrows in in upon us scarcely less piercing than those that pour down upon the head of the traveler in the desert the sun still reflects itself in the white and dusty lusty road abo above v e the soil on either side is a flickering motion of the air like flie haze laze from a lime linie kiln everything is lio hot and dusty not an all insect is seen hovering about the low bushes which now and then skirt our pathway all nature is taking its sies siesta in the dreamy noontide and nothing is is awake but the scarlet ahn pernal that with wide open unblinking eye ge looks straight strai glit up at the blazing sun we now come to a marshy district where a lonely heron is contemplating t tem 1 lating plating its lovely image in a S small I I 1 st still ill pool and then away we go 90 ago out into the broad purple patch atchis is of newly upturned soil bands bands of emerald corn and speckled streaks of tobacco with its large red and green leave on oil through cool labyrinths of maize maizc till we come to vast tracts of uncultivated lands where wild flying manes go scampering across its surface with all tile lia natural tural grace of untamed things As day advances and the shadows of the clouds begin begill to lengthen across the plains a breeze springs up and plays about as softly rustling the large white surplice like sleeve of the drivers garment but not sufficiently strong enough to stir his black and flowing locks which weigh weighted ted with some unctuous matter rested calmly on his shoulders our nearest town town is prim but at the pace we are at present going we nye are scarcely likely to reach it before nightfall if then but what does it matter wh en wo have the whole of tomorrow to morrow and the next day and the day ay after that aye and our whole lives to do tile distance in if necessary how delightful to enjoy for once the true feeling of rest in this world of hurry scurry where we are but too often compelled to live at high pressure let oh I 1 let us for once take life easily under the broad canopy of heaven and reduce the doles to a science |