The Argosy — page 67: what you’re looking at

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54 A Night in a Monastery. twenty years old, shrivelled and bowed, the woman wearing an enormous straw-bonnet of the pays peculiar to its people ; tramping their difficult way from one village to another. Now a small waggon drawn by oxen yoked together in a curious, but not very picturesque, fashion. Oxen here are very generally employed, and in light waggons and carts, for the most part, take the place of horses. Heavy, sleepy- eyed animals, but no doubt strong to labour. Nowa village itself is passed, poor looking and dirty ; the children—I suppose children are a 6 a - RMA 6d hy tte Melanie Clad © te te : a 1 eA abiedl Mii dal ae I Lig , ’ PS ead 7 , - a” i’? . i ‘ "ty \ ’ ° 4 vy ' 7 ; . ; ‘ a , >. at, } ’ ' i iP ‘ . fy ’ 4 ' , i a . ; ; he — = ‘ 4 , ’ ~ ‘ < ; ” : . yy Pa i ‘ y ‘ " 4 4? ; . he 4 . Th A 4* ¢ ay j : , " . i ,. 1.46 4 v P # by 4 / : iy ‘.% ’ : o t & - 7 / a s 7 ~ 4 ’ - “4 . » x * > A se, « | 4 Mi ta Wh On THe ROAD TO THE MonastTery.—L the same all the world over—grubbing in the mud, making dirt pies, and rolling over door-sills ; a few of them fighting and howling like little demons: for a moment arresting their interesting little games to look after the clattering omnibus, with open mouths, and begrimed faces, and shock heads. In places bold mountain crags stood out bare, barren, and rocky. In many parts the pines grew thick and dense ; and, again, in spots the sides up to a certain height were cul- tivated with the luxuriance almost of a garden of the real south. Jouraeying onwards, the road began to ascend, and the rain, to make Gomicivooks.co