All day long we wandered slowly through the country. This was full of beauty of every kind. Sometimes we saw little towns or castles on the top of steep hills. The castles looked like those we see in old books. Sometimes the train next to rivers and streams. From the wide stony banks on each side of the river, it seems that there are great floods here. It takes a lot of water, running very fast, to sweep the outside edge of a river clear.

At every station there were groups of people, sometimes crowds of them. They wore all sorts of clothing. Some were just like the country people at home or those I saw when I went through France and Germany. They had short jackets, round hats, and home-made trousers; but some others were dressed much more colourfully.

The women looked pretty, but their clothes looked very uncomforatble about the waist. They all had white sleeves of some kind, and most of them had big belts. There were a lot of strips of material hanging from these belts, so that they looked like the dresses in a ballet, and of course they wore petticoats under them.

The strangest people we saw were the Slovaks, who were wilder than the rest. They wore their big cowboy hats, large, loose yellow-white trousers, and white cloth shirts. They have enormous heavy leather belts, nearly a foot wide, all decorated with brass nails. They have high boots, with their trousers tucked into them, long black hair and huge black moustaches.