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A TALE OF THE BALKAN MOUNTAINS. WALTHER NETTO
Approach of evening in a land of black mountains. Fine, cold rain like a winding sheet. A highway crawling along the narrow valley, about half way up the height, like a man bent over a stone, or a goat; from afar it looks like a woolen thread stretched across a cliff. [12]