"Snows were melting and politics were waxing slow: The days lengthened out and time hung heavily on our hands: Lent was over; the almond-trees were in blossom, and with the storks and the swallows, those weather-wise birds of passage the tourists had begun their migration from the genial East and South to their own chill North-west..." - Chap. 1, the Troad. Воспроизведено в оригинальной авторской орфографии издания 1877 года (издательство "Samuel Tinsley"). Это и многое другое вы найдете в книге Two years of the Eastern question: Vol. 2 (Gallenga, A.)