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A couple of days after my arrival at Uibanya, my friend F kindly arranged a little expedition into Servia, with the object of making the ascent of the Stierberg, a mountain of respectable elevation, commanding very fine views. Our guide was the postmaster of Plavishovitza, who professed a knowledge of the country round about.
As there were some awkward turns not far ahead of us, it was perhaps just as well that the horses stopped on this occasion. Well, we jogged on all that day, reaching Karansebes between one and two o'clock. We had been some eighteen hours on the road! Here F and I parted, my friend returning to Uibanya, while I pursued my way to Transylvania.
The costumes of the women were picturesque, but the dance itself was a slow affair, very unlike the lively czardas of the Magyar peasant. A hunting expedition proposed Drive from Uibanya to Orsova Oriental aspect of the market-place Cserna Valley Hercules-Bad, Mehadia Post-office mistakes Drive to Karansebes Rough customers en route Lawlessness Fair at Karansebes Podolian cattle Ferocious dogs.
I knew therefore it was no deceptive star setting in the horizon, but the welcome firelight of a human habitation. This time it was my goal Uibanya!
I took this opportunity of telling him that I was a dead shot, pointing to my revolver, which was handy; adding a piece of information that I made much of, namely, that I was expected at Uibanya. The doubts I felt about the honesty of the guide and the other fellow were increased by a suspicion that they were leading me the wrong way. We had been three hours in the forest, always ascending.
Here we came upon a party of miners, who gave me the pleasant information that we were still an hour's walk from Uibanya! There was nothing for it but to go on. I confess I breathed more freely in the open; we were quite clear of the forest now. On we went, a regular tramp, tramp, through a long valley skirted with woods on either side. This last part of the walk seemed interminable.
I looked round for the Wallack, but the fellow had sloped off! I was most kindly and hospitably received, and, O ye gods, with what an appetite I ate the excellent supper quickly prepared for me! Hospitable welcome at Uibanya Excursion to the Servian side of the Danube Ascent of the Stierberg Bivouac in the woods Magnificent views towards the Balkans Fourteen eagles disturbed Wallack dance.
Though my horse and I had done a good day's work, I determined to push on to Uibanya, for it seemed to be not much more than a two hours' walk; moreover, I had been warned of the bad reputation of the people in the village. I had heard it was not an uncommon trick with them to steal a traveller's horse in the night, and quietly ship him over the Danube into Servia.
I had a splendid view of the river, and stopped my horse more than once to watch the boatmen at their perilous work of shooting the rapids. Getting to Svenica soon after six o'clock, I made inquiries about the distance to Uibanya. No two people agreed, but the chief spokesman declared it was a couple of hours' walk, and he volunteered to show me the way.
I was now bound for Uibanya, in the Valea Tissovitza, a few miles from Orsova on the Danube. There is an English firm down there engaged in working the coal mines, and I had an introduction to one of the partners. I rode from Oravicza to Szaszka the place had become quite familiar to me by this time and I slept there. The night was not long, for I left before sunrise.
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