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drowned. The view from a railway window 

 blurred with rain is not a cheery one, so it is 

 small wonder that Frank and I hibernated for 

 those four days between London and Odessa, 

 and the memory of them to me at least is like 

 that of any other restless sleep, except for the 

 perpetual recurrence of that ghostly face at 

 the window, requiring every quarter of an 

 hour or so to see our tickets. 



The only place at which we were com- 

 pelled to make any long stay en route was 

 Oswiecin, on the Austrian frontier — a delay 

 neither of us regretted — for Oswiecin is a 

 quaint old place, with one or two things 

 worth seeino; in it, and our leg's wanted 

 stretching badly. At first sight Oswiecin 

 appeared to be entirely populated by Jews 

 and the beast the Jew professes to abhor. 

 Every part of the town near the station on 

 the day of our arrival was thronged with 

 droves of swine, so many and of such various 



