* .nuts are ripe. When we fall out on [ the road to rest we always fill our pockets and at night we roast them * j by our camp fires. every cross',road is set up a rude crucifix of* stone, some of them very ancient. The peasants, devout Catholics, all ofs them, cross themselves reverently r whenever they pass one of these wayside shrines. jr The fields are small, I would call!I 1them gardens. Rows of holly bushes ’ and chestnut trees take the place of' fences* Sugar beets, turnips and a 31 strange plant resembling cabbage1 are aside from the vineyard, the main crops. The ground is very fertile, al-a though it has been under constant; Cultivation for more than a thousand lt;