We heard at Fundu that the launch had gone up the Bistritza. I wish it wasn’t so cold. There are signs of snow coming; and if it falls...

Three days on the road. No news, and no time to write it if there had been, for every moment is precious. We have had only the rest...

It is broad daylight. That good fellow would not wake me. He says it would have been a sin to, for I slept peacefully and was forgetting...