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152 AN ART-STUDENT IN MUNICH.
self in the sledge. She is leaning forward, so that her
face is quite in shadow. Her head is bundled up in a
brilliant crimson handkerchief, her body is bundled up in
a cloak of the richest ultra-marine. On this side of the
sledge, standing with her back turned towards me, her face
looking up at the old woman, is a peasant girl. Her head
is covered with a dark olive-green handkerchief, bordered
with orange; the ends are tied behind her head, and fall
upon her shoulders, which are clothed in a rich, full, violet-
coloured jacket. Her petticoat is dull crimson, striped
with black. On the other side of the horse, and arranging
the harness, stands a peasant-man, whip in hand ; he wears
a dark fur cap, black velvet jacket, and high black boots.
The brilliant colour and harmonious richness of the whole
group was inconceivable.
I saw another picture when I was turning into the
studio. The morning sky was bright and clear—a shower
of sunshine glittering upon the crisp white snow and upon
the frosted trees. A young and beautiful peasant-girl,
attired in a pink jacket above an indigo-coloured petticoat,
and with a brown handkerchief bound tightly across her
brow, in the curious fashion worn by the women in
Munich, and which leaves the shape of the head gracefully
seen, was seated in a pensive attitude upon a huge, heavy,
primitive wooden sledge. A lesser sledge, but equally rude,
was attached to it; and both were drawn along by a couple
of mild, cream-coloured oxen. Rough pieces of timber
were heaped up behind the girl, upon the larger sledge.
She sat leaning her oval face upon her beautifully rounded
hand; she appeared to see nothing around her; her gaze
was introverted ; the oxen were unguided by hand or voice,
and slowly, with bowed heads, proceeded on their way.
My eyes followed them along the snowy road, slowly wind-
self in the sledge. She is leaning forward, so that her
face is quite in shadow. Her head is bundled up in a
brilliant crimson handkerchief, her body is bundled up in
a cloak of the richest ultra-marine. On this side of the
sledge, standing with her back turned towards me, her face
looking up at the old woman, is a peasant girl. Her head
is covered with a dark olive-green handkerchief, bordered
with orange; the ends are tied behind her head, and fall
upon her shoulders, which are clothed in a rich, full, violet-
coloured jacket. Her petticoat is dull crimson, striped
with black. On the other side of the horse, and arranging
the harness, stands a peasant-man, whip in hand ; he wears
a dark fur cap, black velvet jacket, and high black boots.
The brilliant colour and harmonious richness of the whole
group was inconceivable.
I saw another picture when I was turning into the
studio. The morning sky was bright and clear—a shower
of sunshine glittering upon the crisp white snow and upon
the frosted trees. A young and beautiful peasant-girl,
attired in a pink jacket above an indigo-coloured petticoat,
and with a brown handkerchief bound tightly across her
brow, in the curious fashion worn by the women in
Munich, and which leaves the shape of the head gracefully
seen, was seated in a pensive attitude upon a huge, heavy,
primitive wooden sledge. A lesser sledge, but equally rude,
was attached to it; and both were drawn along by a couple
of mild, cream-coloured oxen. Rough pieces of timber
were heaped up behind the girl, upon the larger sledge.
She sat leaning her oval face upon her beautifully rounded
hand; she appeared to see nothing around her; her gaze
was introverted ; the oxen were unguided by hand or voice,
and slowly, with bowed heads, proceeded on their way.
My eyes followed them along the snowy road, slowly wind-