Transcribed from the 1898 George Newnes edition by David Price,
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EOTHEN--A. W. KINGSLAKE
CHAPTER I--OVER THE BORDER
At Semlin I still was encompassed by the scenes and the sounds of
familiar life; the din of a busy world still vexed and cheered me;
the unveiled faces of women still shone in the light of day. Yet,
whenever I chose to look southward, I saw the Ottoman's fortress--
austere, and darkly impending high over the vale of the Danube--
historic Belgrade. I had come, as it were, to the end of this
wheel-going Europe, and now my eyes would see the splendour and
havoc of the East.
The two frontier towns are less than a cannon-shot distant, and yet
their people hold no communion. The Hungarian on the north, and