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Updated: June 13, 2025
"We are three leagues from the station in front of us, and about four from the one behind us, and there is no prospect of our getting on any further. All four horses are lame, they have been damaged during the shoeing." "What steeple is that in front of us?" "Oroshaza, I fancy, but with these four lame horses I don't believe we shall get there before midnight."
As for the Oroshaza steeple, so far from drawing any nearer, it seemed to be travelling away from them, and with very much better horses than they had. It seemed to get further off every moment. "Well, all we want now is for the saddle horse also to throw up the sponge and we shall be complete." If that were Mr.
You and I, papa Gerzson, might go on there with the horses while the coachman makes the best of his way on foot to Oroshaza, where he can get fresh horses and join us early in the morning at the csárdá." Squire Gerzson jerked his head significantly. "I don't want to alarm you, my dear Baroness," said he, "but that csárdá lies in the beat of the "poor vagabonds" you may have heard of them."
So patient was she that only once did she take her watch from her bosom to see what the time was. It was now past midnight. She began to calculate how long it would take the coachman to get to Oroshaza and how much time he would require to reach this place. If he had got horses at once he ought to be near now. A short time afterwards she heard the tread of horses' feet in the courtyard.
Whereupon Squire Gerzson gave the coachman two florins to speed him on to Oroshaza, where he was to get fresh horses and come on the same night to the csárdá, so that they might be able to set off again before dawn on the morrow.
And in the spirit of a true driver he stuck his whip beneath him, as being a thing for which there was now no further use, and resumed his argument with the coachman about the inefficiency of smiths in general. "As soon as we reach Oroshaza, we'll get two fresh horses; we ought to be getting there now." Yet the steeple of Oroshaza was, as yet, scarcely visible and midday was already approaching.
"May the devil take all those scamps of smiths who look after the poor beasts so badly! A pretty fix we are in now. We may thank our stars if we are able to crawl into Oroshaza before nightfall. A pretty amble we shall have now, I'll be bound." And indeed ambling was about all they could do.
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