Publisher's Synopsis
Banda Bela, the little Gypsy boy, had tramped all day through the hills, until, footsore, weary, and discouraged, he was ready to throw himself down to sleep. He was very hungry, too. "I shall go to the next hilltop and perhaps there is a road, and some passerby will throw me a crust. If not, I can feed upon my music and sleep," he thought to himself, as he clambered through the bushes to the top of the hill. There he stood, his old violin held tight in his scrawny hand, his ragged little figure silhouetted against the sky. Through the central part of Hungary flows in rippling beauty the great river of the Danube. Near to Kecskes the river makes a sudden bend, the hills grow sharper in outline, while to the south and west sweep the great grass plains."
