What ought they to be in China. Fifty years ago a series of great fires took place, which made terrible havoc on five separate occasions. 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.

I shall enter here some of my notes, as they may refresh my memory when I talk over my travels with Mina.

They are very picturesque, but do not look prepossessing. It was on the dark side of twilight when we got to Bistritz, which is a very interesting old place. 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. 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. 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. I shall enter here some of my notes, as they may refresh my memory when I talk over my travels with Mina. All day long we seemed to dawdle through a country which was full of beauty of every kind.

He went, but immediately returned with a letter. 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. They are, however, I am told, very harmless and rather wanting in natural self-assertion. 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. What ought they to be in China. At every station there were groups of people, sometimes crowds, and in all sorts of attire. Fifty years ago a series of great fires took place, which made terrible havoc on five separate occasions. Fifty years ago a series of great fires took place, which made terrible havoc on five separate occasions. 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. 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. Fifty years ago a series of great fires took place, which made terrible havoc on five separate occasions. Towards morning I slept and was wakened by the continuous knocking at my door, so I guess I must have been sleeping soundly then. 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 was on the dark side of twilight when we got to Bistritz, which is a very interesting old place. I had for breakfast more paprika, and a sort of porridge of maize flour which they said was “mamaliga,” and egg-plant stuffed with forcemeat, a very excellent dish, which they call “impletata.” (Mem., get recipe for this also.) I had to hurry breakfast, for the train started a little before eight, or rather it ought to have done so, for after rushing to the station at 7:30 I had to sit in the carriage for more than an hour before we began to move. All day long we seemed to dawdle through a country which was full of beauty of every kind. It was on the dark side of twilight when we got to Bistritz, which is a very interesting old place.

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. I read that every known superstition in the world is gathered into the horseshoe of the Carpathians, as if it were the centre of some sort of imaginative whirlpool; if so my stay may be very interesting. On the stage they would be set down at once as some old Oriental band of brigands. 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. 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.

They wore high boots, with their trousers tucked into them, and had long black hair and heavy black moustaches. Fifty years ago a series of great fires took place, which made terrible havoc on five separate occasions. I read that every known superstition in the world is gathered into the horseshoe of the Carpathians, as if it were the centre of some sort of imaginative whirlpool; if so my stay may be very interesting. 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. The women looked pretty, except when you got near them, but they were very clumsy about the waist.

They are very picturesque, but do not look prepossessing. In the population of Transylvania there are four distinct nationalities: Saxons in the South, and mixed with them the Wallachs, who are the descendants of the Dacians; Magyars in the West, and Szekelys in the East and North. In the population of Transylvania there are four distinct nationalities: Saxons in the South, and mixed with them the Wallachs, who are the descendants of the Dacians; Magyars in the West, and Szekelys in the East and North. At every station there were groups of people, sometimes crowds, and in all sorts of attire. At every station there were groups of people, sometimes crowds, and in all sorts of attire. I shall enter here some of my notes, as they may refresh my memory when I talk over my travels with Mina.

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 shall enter here some of my notes, as they may refresh my memory when I talk over my travels with Mina. 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. It takes a lot of water, and running strong, to sweep the outside edge of a river clear. They are very picturesque, but do not look prepossessing. 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.