CHAPTER IV.

Variety of races in Hungary--Wallacks or

Roumains--Statistics--Savage outbreak of the Wallacks in former

years--Panslavic ideas--Roumanians and their origin--Priests of the

Greek Church--Destruction of forests--Spirit of

Communism--Incendiary fires.

The mixture of races in Hungary is a puzzle to any outsider. There is

the original substratum of Slavs, overlaid by Szeklers, Magyars, German

immigrants, Wallacks, Rusniacks, Jews, and gipsies. An old German writer

has quaintly described the characteristics of these various peoples in

the following manner:--

"To the great national kitchen the Magyar contributes bread, meat, and

wine; the Rusniack and Wallack, salt from the salt pits of Marmaros; the

Slavonian, bacon, for Slavonia furnishes the greatest number of fattened

pigs; the German gives potatoes and vegetables; the Italian, rice; the

Slovack, milk, cheese, and butter, besides table-linen, kitchen

utensils, and crockery ware; the Jew supplies the Hungarian with money;

and the gipsy furnishes the entertainment with music."

Coming to hard facts, the latest statistics of M. Keleti give 15,417,327

as the total population of Hungary. Of these 2,470,000 are Wallacks, who

since the nationality fever has set in desire to be called Roumains; and

if you say Roman at once, they will be still better pleased. They were

in old time the overflow of Wallachia, now forming part of the Roumanian

Principality. The first historical irruption of the Wallacks was about

the end of the fourteenth century, when they became a terrible pest to

the German settlers in Transylvania, dreaded by them as much as Turk or

Tartar. They burned and pillaged the lands and villages of the peaceful

dwellers in the Saxon settlement; but at length they had become so

numerous that the law took cognisance of their existence and reduced

them to a state of serfdom, from which they were not relieved till 1848.

A subject race has always its wrongs, and there is no doubt the haughty

Magyar nobles treated the Wallacks with great harshness and indignity.

It was the old story--good masters were kind to their serfs, but those

less fortunate had a bad time of it, what with forced labour and other

burdens. "A lord is a lord even in hell" is the saying of the peasants.

Mr Paget[6] tells the story of an old countess he met in Transylvania,

who used to lament that "times were sadly changed, peasants were no

longer so respectful as they used to be; she could remember walking to

church on the backs of the peasants, who knelt down in the mud to allow

her to pass over them without soiling her shoes. She could also

remember, though less partial to the recollection, a rising of the

peasantry, when nothing but the kindness with which her mother had

generally treated them saved her from the cruel death which many of her

neighbours met with."

The rising here mentioned took place in 1784, when two Wallacks named

Hora and Kloska were the leaders of a terrible onslaught upon the Magyar

nobles. The Vienna Government was accused on this occasion of being very

tardy in sending troops to quell the insurrection. It was the time when

the unpopular reforms of Joseph II. were so ill received by the Magyars,

and no good feeling subsisted between Hungary and the Central

Government.

But the most frightful outbreak of the Wallacks was, as we all know,

within living memory. You can hear from the lips of witnesses

descriptions of horrors committed not thirty years ago in Transylvania.

Entire villages were destroyed, whole families slaughtered, down to the

new-born infant.

The arms of the Wallacks were supplied by Austria, for whom they were

acting as a sort of militia at the time of Hungary's war of

independence. The Vienna Government has been very fond of playing off

the Wallacks and the Slavs against the Magyars: they have kept the pot

always simmering; if some fine day it boils over, they will have the fat

in the fire.

Of course in Southern Hungary one hears enough about the Panslavic

movement, and Panslavic ideas. "The idea of Panslavism had a purely

literary origin," observes Sir Gardiner Wilkinson in his book on

Dalmatia. "It was started by Kolla, a Protestant clergyman of the

Slavonic congregation at Pesth, who wished to establish a national

literature by circulating all works written in the various Slavonic

dialects.... The idea of an intellectual union of all these nations

naturally led to that of a political one; and the Slavonians seeing that

their numbers amounted to about one-third of the whole population of

Europe, and occupied more than half its territory, began to be sensible

that they might claim for themselves a position to which they had not

hitherto aspired."

But the Wallacks, or, as we will now call them, Roumains, are not Slavs

at all; they are utterly distinct in race, though they are

co-religionists with the Southern Slavs. "The Roumanians," says Mr

Freeman,[7] "speak neither Greek nor Turkish, neither Slave nor

Skipetar, but a dialect of Latin, a tongue akin not to any of their

neighbours, but to the tongues of Gaul, Italy, and Spain." He is

inclined to think these so-called Dacians are the surviving

representatives of the great Thracian race.

Who they were is, after all, not so important a question as what they

are, these two millions and a half of Roumains in Hungary. To put the

statistical figures in another way, Mr. Boner,[8] writing in 1865,

calculates that the Roumains, naturalised in Southern Hungary, number

596 out of every 1000 souls in Transylvania. The fecundity of the race

is remarkable, they threaten to overwhelm the Saxons, whose numbers, on

the other hand, are seriously on the decrease. They are also supplanting

the Magyars in _Southern_ Hungary.

I have myself seen villages which I was told had been exclusively

Magyar, but which are now as exclusively Roumain. It is even possible to

find churches where the service conducted in the Magyar tongue has

ceased to be understood by the congregation.

To meet a Roumain possessed even of the first rudiments of education is

an exception to the rule: even their priests are deplorably ignorant;

but when we find them in receipt of such a miserable stipend as 100

florins, indeed in some cases 30 florins a-year, it speaks for itself

that they belong to the poorest class. The Wallacks lead their lives

outside the pale of civilisation; they are without the wants and desires

of a settled life. Very naturally the manumission of the serfs in 1848

found them utterly unprepared for their political freedom. Neither by

nature or by tradition are they law-respecting; in fact, they are very

much the reverse.

The Roumain is a Communist pure and simple; the uneducated among them

know no other political creed. It is not that of the advanced school of

Communism, which deals with social theories, but a simple consistent

belief that, as they themselves express it, "what God makes grow belongs

to one and all alike." In this spirit he helps himself to the fruit in

his neighbour's garden when too lazy to cultivate the ground for

himself.

This child of nature is by instinct a nomadic shepherd and herdsman; he

hates forests, and will ruthlessly burn down the finest trees to make a

clearing for sheep-pastures. It is impossible to travel twenty miles in

the Southern Carpathians without encountering the terrible ravages

committed by these people in the beautiful woods that adorn the sides of

the mountains.

"The Wallacks find it too much trouble to fell the trees," says Mr

Boner. "They destroy systematically: one year the bark is stripped off,

the wood dries, and the year after it is fired.... In 1862, near

Toplitza, 23,000 _joch_ of forest were burned by the peasantry."

Judging from what I saw during my travels in Hungary in 1875-76, I

should say the evil described by Mr Boner ten years before has in no way

abated. The Wallacks pursue their ruthless destruction of the forests,

and the law seems powerless to arrest the mischief. At present there is

wood and enough, but the time will come when the country at large must

suffer from this reckless waste. There are about twenty-three million

acres of forest in Hungary, including almost the only oak-woods left in

Europe. The great proportion of the forest-land belongs to the State,

hence the supervision is less keen, and the depredations more readily

winked at. Riding one day with a Hungarian friend, I asked what would be

the probable cost of a wooden house then building on the verge of the

forest. My friend replied, laughing, "That depends on whether the

builder stole the wood himself, or only bought it of some one else who

had stolen it; he might possibly have purchased the wood from the real

owner, but that is not very probable. So you see I really cannot tell

you what the house will cost."

Incendiary fires are very common in Hungary. Here, again, the Wallacks

do their share of mischief. If they have a grudge against an active

magistrate or a thriving neighbour, his farmstead is set on fire, not

once, but many times probably. Added to this, the Wallack takes an

actual pleasure in wanton destruction. As an instance, an English

company who are working coal mines in the neighbourhood of Orsova have

been obliged within the last two years to relay their railway from the

mines to the Danube no less than three times, in consequence of the

Wallacks persistently destroying the permanent way and stealing the

rails.

Notwithstanding all this the Wallacks are not without their good points.

They become capital workmen under certain circumstances, and they

possess an amount of natural intelligence which promises better things

as the result of education. "Barring his weakness for tobacco and

spirits, the much-abused Wallack is a useful fellow to the sportsman and

the traveller," said a sporting friend of mine who visits Transylvania

nearly every autumn.

[Footnote 6: Hungary and Transylvania, 1839.]

[Footnote 7: 'Geographical Aspect of the Eastern Question,' Fortnightly

Review, January 1877.]

[Footnote 8: Transylvania: its Products and People.]

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