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The National Geographic Magazine 



A CHURCH OF AGRAM 



Thousands of peasants, men and 

 women, surged by, selling and buying. 

 The base of each of their costumes was 

 white. A snowy white skirt, a white 

 waist, a white head-scarf, that would be 

 your final analysis. Then there was 

 bead-work at the front of the waist, and 

 again you might note the huge slippers. 

 In the case of the men, on the other 

 hand, there were white, loose trousers — 

 something after the fashion of the 

 bloomer of the Turk or of the Dutch 

 boys of the Netherlands. A heavy belt, a 

 loose white jacket, then a hat of brown 

 or of black, and you had him analyzed. 

 Every village had its modifications, and 

 there must have been hundreds of varied 



costumes here. The entire market, as a 

 result, was a great picture in daintiest 

 colors. From five until eleven in the 

 morning, one could see it. Civilians — 

 that is, Agram folk — mingled to buy. 

 People came, too, just to look on. But 

 the costumes were in the great majority. 

 It was the most beautiful market scene 

 in Europe, the opportunity to "take" all 

 types of Croat peasants. The sun shone 

 to lure us ; we had thirty-six snap-shots 

 ere we knew it. 



These people of Croatia seemed me- 

 dium, or even small, of stature. They 

 were tanned and good-natured. They 

 had tomatoes and potatoes, eggs, apples, 

 and beans, lemons and pickles, beets and 



