This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1892 edition. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER XVIII CARIBEE SHOOTS THE RAPIDS OF THE IRON GATES THE 18th of August was a very hot day in the year 1891, at least to me. There was scarcely a breath of wind; I had been paddling from 7 in the morning until nearly noon; the Servian shore seemed as uninteresting as the Hungarian, and even the ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1892 edition. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER XVIII CARIBEE SHOOTS THE RAPIDS OF THE IRON GATES THE 18th of August was a very hot day in the year 1891, at least to me. There was scarcely a breath of wind; I had been paddling from 7 in the morning until nearly noon; the Servian shore seemed as uninteresting as the Hungarian, and even the singing and piping of the peasants on the banks failed to stimulate me. Two frontier soldiers on the Hungarian side promised a momentary diversion. They shot out at me from behind a reedy island, one rowing, the other steering. Oh! for a fair wind I prayed, what a dance might I then have led them--though when they had headed me off, and I noticed two rifles within convenient reach, I remembered that frontier guards along this river have a reputation for shooting on slight provocation. Our conversation was as follows: Guard: Where from? CARIBEE: Budapesth, Guard: Where going? Caribee: Black Sea. The guards gave a few suspicious and dissatisfied grunts, pulled away to their island, and left me to work along as before. Fortunately not for long, for a sharp turn in the stream brought me face to face with one of the grandest bits of scenery in the world. A spur of the Transylvanian Alps crosses the Danube here, between Bazias and Turn-Severing, and forces the stream between rocky sides that spring precipitously to the sky. I felt as though entering some cavernous region of which this was the portico. So lofty are the rocks, and so narrow the river, that light fails, and the vista appears to end in blackness. The very threshold of this mighty pass is suggestive of disaster, for here is a lofty solitary rock in mid-stream looking like a stony warning to those venturing beyond. Its very name--Babakai--in Turkish means "warning." On my right are the...
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