timber, and for the most part painted red. The floors of the taverns are strewn with the fragrant tips of fir boughs.
In many villages there are no taverns, and the peasants take turns in receiving travellers.
The thrifty housewife shows you into the best chamber, the walls of which are hung round with rude pictures from the Bible
; and brings you her heavy silver spoons,—an heirloom,—to dip the curdled milk from the pan. You have oaten cakes baked some months before; or bread with aniseseed and coriander in it, or perhaps a little pine bark.’