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DRACULA
by
Bram Stoker
1897 edition
CHAPTER 1
Jonathan Harker's Journal
3 May. Bistritz.--Left Munich at 8:35 P.M., on 1st May, arriving at
Vienna early next morning; should have arrived at 6:46, but train was
an hour late. Buda-Pesth seems a wonderful place, from the glimpse
which I got of it from the train and the little I could walk through the
streets. I feared to go very far from the station, as we had arrived late
and would start as near the correct time as possible.
The impression I had was that we were leaving the West and entering
the East; the most western of splendid bridges over the Danube, which
is here of noble width and depth, took us among the traditions of

Turkish rule.
We left in pretty good time, and came after nightfall to Klausenburgh.
Here I stopped for the night at the Hotel Royale. I had for dinner, or
rather supper, a chicken done up some way with red pepper, which was
very good but thirsty. (Mem. get recipe for Mina.) I asked the waiter,
and he said it was called "paprika hendl," and that, as it was a national
dish, I should be able to get it anywhere along the Carpathians.
I found my smattering of German very useful here, indeed, I don't
know how I should be able to get on without it.
Having had some time at my disposal when in London, I had visited the
British Museum, and made search among the books and maps in the
library regarding Transylvania; it had struck me that some
foreknowledge of the country could hardly fail to have some
importance in dealing with a nobleman of that country.
I find that the district he named is in the extreme east of the country,
just on the borders of three states, Transylvania, Moldavia, and
Bukovina, in the midst of the Carpathian mountains; one of the wildest
and least known portions of Europe.
I was not able to light on any map or work giving the exact locality of
the Castle Dracula, as there are no maps of this country as yet to
compare with our own Ordance Survey Maps; but I found that Bistritz,
the post town named by Count Dracula, is a fairly well-known place. I
shall enter here some of my notes, as they may refresh my memory
when I talk over my travels with Mina.
In the population of Transylvania there are four distinct nationalities:
Saxons in the South, and mixed with them the Wallachs, who are the
descendants of the Dacians; Magyars in the West, and Szekelys in the
East and North. I am going among the latter, who claim to be
descended from Attila and the Huns. This may be so, for when the
Magyars conquered the country in the eleventh century they found the
Huns settled in it.

I read that every known superstition in the world is gathered into the
horseshoe of the Carpathians, as if it were the centre of some sort of
imaginative whirlpool; if so my stay may be very interesting. (Mem., I
must ask the Count all about them.)
I did not sleep well, though my bed was comfortable enough, for I had
all sorts of queer dreams. There was a dog howling all night under my
window, which may have had something to do with it; or it may have
been the paprika, for I had to drink up all the water in my carafe, and
was still thirsty. Towards morning I slept and was wakened by the
continuous knocking at my door, so I guess I must have been sleeping
soundly then.
I had for breakfast more paprika, and a sort of porridge of maize flour
which they said was "mamaliga", and egg-plant stuffed with forcemeat,
a very excellent dish, which they call "impletata". (Mem., get recipe for
this also.)
I had to hurry breakfast, for the train started a little before eight, or
rather it ought to have done so, for after rushing to the station at