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17 June. This morning, as I was sitting on the edge of my bed cudgelling my brains, I heard without a cracking of whips and pounding and scraping of horses feet up the rocky path beyond the courtyard. With joy I hurried to the window, and saw drive into the yard two great leiter wagons, each drawn by eight sturdy horses, and at the head of each pair a Slovak, with his wide hat, great nail studded belt, dirty sheepskin,.