VI--TRAMPING ACROSS HUNGARY WITH THE PEASANTS

Korniloff bade his chance host good-bye and was off on his journey

again before the regiment was stirring. He decided that he must trust

to his feet. He would march right across Hungary; and by means of his

map and compass he hoped to make so straight a line that it would not

take him more than a month. He was now in good health and in excellent

trim generally, and he had no fear of the journey if he could only get

enough food to keep him alive. He must not linger on the way, however,

for every hour was now of importance to him.

Having taken a crust and a cup of coffee at a wayside tavern full of

soldiers, he got out of the city while the day was still young. Then

began a long and dreary tramp, mostly alone, for the peasants in this

region were not communicative, for the simple reason that he could

not speak their language. He tramped for whole days without passing

anything bigger than small hamlets, and his conversation was limited

to asking, most frequently at farmhouses, for _kruh_ (bread) or _viz_

(water).

Sometimes the peasants would look him up and down and ask him,

"_Osztrak?_" ("Austrian?"), and he would nod his head.

Very rarely did he get anything without paying for it, and as he saw

his small stock of heller gradually disappearing, he had to be as

economical as possible with those that remained. He slept mostly in the

open air, since the weather was fine and there was little danger; once

he was given a "shake-down" in a loft, and once he paid a few heller

for a bed at a country inn.

Eventually Korniloff was reduced to almost his last pieces of money,

and he felt that he must husband these in case of a very pressing need.

A day came when he got nothing to eat but some wild strawberries picked

by the roadside. A woman whom he asked for a bit of bread chased him

away from her door with an oath, calling him "_Verdammten Osztrak!_"

The next morning he got some bread, but again a day passed with no food

but wild berries and water from a brook.

Things were getting worse and worse, but Korniloff knew he was near the

end of his journey, and would be safe in another three or four days if

only he could hold out. He had now been walking for nearly twenty days.

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