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32 THE BUGACZIAN CSARDA

Csikós 's gulyás nép clubbja rossz vityilló.

, Csikos, Gulyas, now—come hither—hither,

And make your way through fly-swarms numberless,

And armies of loud croaking frogs, and legions

Of insects which torment the herds —come hither,

Forth from the robbers' nest, and tell me who

Placed thee in that wild waste. Not what thou seemest

Art thou. The badges of mine host thou bearest

Deceitful, for thou hast no welcome. Four

Blank walls, a stable into ruin falling,

A roof that's like a wash-trough—fitful sport

For the wild winds—and all thy wealth is told.

Nay! there's a ditch hard by, in which is hidden

Thy dirty, red-cheeked helpmate—and two blocks,