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Thus terrified, the
unfortunate wreck would canter a few yards, and our cicerone would turn
in his saddle and grin back at us, who were humanely contented with the
solemn jog-trot of our aged steeds along the well-worn horse-track--for
there was no road.
We crawled along, wretched in the downpour, the scenery completely
hidden by the clouds; but towards midday, as we climbed ever higher and
higher, we plunged into pine forests where the rain began to thin to
mist, veiling the trees with layers of drifting fog. Out of the forests
we came--the rain having ceased--into a strange-looking landscape, whose
japanesiness is equalled possibly only by Japan itself. There were the
queer rounded hills, the gnarled and twisted little pines and dim
fir-clad slopes cutting the sky with sharp grey silhouettes.
Here we stopped to eat. We opened a tin of meat and made rough
sandwiches with the coarse brown or black bread which is the staple food
of Serbian nations. When we were satisfied there was meat left in the
tin.


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