CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN 



FROM Cairo I had cabled to Emile F. Holman, my 

 former secretary at Stanford University, meanwhile 

 appointed to a Rhodes Scholarship, asking him to 

 come to Europe at once and act as my personal 

 assistant until he should be due at Oxford; from 

 Cannes I telegraphed inviting Mez to join us in a 

 trip through the Balkans. Having met at Venice, on 

 our way eastward we spent a day at Zagreb (Agram), 

 in Croatia the capital of Croatia. This country bears a re- 

 markable physical resemblance to the less mountain- 

 ous parts of Kentucky, both forests and products 

 showing a striking parallelism. Politically Zagreb 

 seemed extremely quiet, and it was not easy to find 

 any one who would speak of public questions. 

 Apparently the recent iniquitous "Friedjung trial," in 

 which forged letters had been used by the Hungarian 

 government in the prosecution of leading citizens for 

 alleged treason, tended to inculcate caution. But 

 perhaps suspicion was aroused against us as, follow- 

 ing Baedeker, I asked to be driven to the "Hotel 

 Kaiser von Oesterreich," until quietly informed that 

 the hostelry no longer existed. 



From Zagreb we went across to Zemlin in Hungary, 

 a day's trip. The train guard took a great interest 

 in Holman's typewriter, an instrument he had never 

 seen before and of which he was somewhat suspicious 

 even if good-naturedly tolerant. Zemlin we reached 

 after dark, only to learn that every local hotel was 

 full of the overflow from Belgrade across the river, 

 where for some occult reason great numbers of men 



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