India 2001 books

Men
and women, almost all in Albanian costumes, were scraping, digging,
drilling and blasting; some of the women wore a costume we had not yet
seen, very short cotton skirt above the knees, and long, embroidered
leggings. We passed this high-road "in posse" and, the little horses
stepping along, presently caught up a trail of donkeys, the proprietor
of which, a friend of Ramases, had a face like a post-impressionist
sculpture.
We passed the donkeys and came to the usual sort of cafe, rough log hut,
fire on floor--but one of the women therein gave Jo her only
apple--decidedly we were away from Pod.
On again along river valleys. Jan's saddle had a knob in the seat that
began to insinuate. On every hill were cut maize patches, the red
stubble in the sunset looking like fields of blood.
In the dusk we came to Velika, a wooden witchlike village, where we were
to stay the night, and where, as we had expected, the Pasha, ten minutes
ahead of us, had commandeered all the accommodation.


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