Towards morning I slept and was wakened by the continuous knocking at my door, so I guess I must have been sleeping soundly then.

I was not able to light on any map or work giving the exact locality of the Castle Dracula, as there are no maps of this country as yet to compare with our own Ordnance Survey maps; but I found that Bistritz, the post town named by Count Dracula, is a fairly well-known place. What ought they to be in China. All day long we seemed to dawdle through a country which was full of beauty of every kind. Count Dracula had directed me to go to the Golden Krone Hotel, which I found, to my great delight, to be thoroughly old-fashioned, for of course I wanted to see all I could of the ways of the country. I shall enter here some of my notes, as they may refresh my memory when I talk over my travels with Mina. I shall enter here some of my notes, as they may refresh my memory when I talk over my travels with Mina. The strangest figures we saw were the Slovaks, who were more barbarian than the rest, with their big cow-boy hats, great baggy dirty-white trousers, white linen shirts, and enormous heavy leather belts, nearly a foot wide, all studded over with brass nails. (Mem., I must ask the Count all about them.) I did not sleep well, though my bed was comfortable enough, for I had all sorts of queer dreams. The women looked pretty, except when you got near them, but they were very clumsy about the waist. He went, but immediately returned with a letter.

I was evidently expected, for when I got near the door I faced a cheery-looking elderly woman in the usual peasant dress—white undergarment with long double apron, front, and back, of coloured stuff fitting almost too tight for modesty. At every station there were groups of people, sometimes crowds, and in all sorts of attire. This may be so, for when the Magyars conquered the country in the eleventh century they found the Huns settled in it. They are very picturesque, but do not look prepossessing. This may be so, for when the Magyars conquered the country in the eleventh century they found the Huns settled in it. I shall enter here some of my notes, as they may refresh my memory when I talk over my travels with Mina. Count Dracula had directed me to go to the Golden Krone Hotel, which I found, to my great delight, to be thoroughly old-fashioned, for of course I wanted to see all I could of the ways of the country.

Being practically on the frontier—for the Borgo Pass leads from it into Bukovina—it has had a very stormy existence, and it certainly shows marks of it. They had all full white sleeves of some kind or other, and most of them had big belts with a lot of strips of something fluttering from them like the dresses in a ballet, but of course there were petticoats under them. They are, however, I am told, very harmless and rather wanting in natural self-assertion. This may be so, for when the Magyars conquered the country in the eleventh century they found the Huns settled in it. Some of them were just like the peasants at home or those I saw coming through France and Germany, with short jackets and round hats and home-made trousers; but others were very picturesque. I find that the district he named is in the extreme east of the country, just on the borders of three states, Transylvania, Moldavia and Bukovina, in the midst of the Carpathian mountains; one of the wildest and least known portions of Europe. It was on the dark side of twilight when we got to Bistritz, which is a very interesting old place.

I shall enter here some of my notes, as they may refresh my memory when I talk over my travels with Mina. When I came close she bowed and said, “The Herr Englishman?” “Yes,” I said, “Jonathan Harker.” She smiled, and gave some message to an elderly man in white shirt-sleeves, who had followed her to the door.

The women looked pretty, except when you got near them, but they were very clumsy about the waist. At the very beginning of the seventeenth century it underwent a siege of three weeks and lost 13,000 people, the casualties of war proper being assisted by famine and disease. Fifty years ago a series of great fires took place, which made terrible havoc on five separate occasions. I am going among the latter, who claim to be descended from Attila and the Huns. I was evidently expected, for when I got near the door I faced a cheery-looking elderly woman in the usual peasant dress—white undergarment with long double apron, front, and back, of coloured stuff fitting almost too tight for modesty. There was a dog howling all night under my window, which may have had something to do with it; or it may have been the paprika, for I had to drink up all the water in my carafe, and was still thirsty.

This may be so, for when the Magyars conquered the country in the eleventh century they found the Huns settled in it. Count Dracula had directed me to go to the Golden Krone Hotel, which I found, to my great delight, to be thoroughly old-fashioned, for of course I wanted to see all I could of the ways of the country.

It takes a lot of water, and running strong, to sweep the outside edge of a river clear. It was on the dark side of twilight when we got to Bistritz, which is a very interesting old place. Some of them were just like the peasants at home or those I saw coming through France and Germany, with short jackets and round hats and home-made trousers; but others were very picturesque. I was evidently expected, for when I got near the door I faced a cheery-looking elderly woman in the usual peasant dress—white undergarment with long double apron, front, and back, of coloured stuff fitting almost too tight for modesty. It seems to me that the further east you go the more unpunctual are the trains. I am going among the latter, who claim to be descended from Attila and the Huns.

This may be so, for when the Magyars conquered the country in the eleventh century they found the Huns settled in it. They are very picturesque, but do not look prepossessing. There was a dog howling all night under my window, which may have had something to do with it; or it may have been the paprika, for I had to drink up all the water in my carafe, and was still thirsty. I was not able to light on any map or work giving the exact locality of the Castle Dracula, as there are no maps of this country as yet to compare with our own Ordnance Survey maps; but I found that Bistritz, the post town named by Count Dracula, is a fairly well-known place. It was on the dark side of twilight when we got to Bistritz, which is a very interesting old place.

What ought they to be in China.