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At sunset the muezzin sounded, cracked voices cried unmelodiously from
all the minaret tops. Immediately, as if it were their signal, all the
crows arose from the town, hovered around in batches for a moment,
chattering, and flew away up the hill to roost in the trees round the
hospital till sunrise.
Salonika rings with children's cries, Dawson city with the howlings of
dogs, but the towns of the Sanjak have no better music than the croaking
of carrion crows.
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CHAPTER V
THE MONTENEGRIN FRONT ON THE DRINA

When Jan awoke it was dark, and he was with difficulty rousing Jo when
suddenly a voice howled through the keyhole that the horses were
waiting. Jan grabbed his watch--5 a.m.; but the horses had been ordered
for six. Hastily chewing dry biscuit, Jan jumped into his clothes and
ran down. There was a small squat youth with a flabby Mongolian face
hovering between the yard door and the inn, and Jan following him
discovered three horses saddled and waiting.


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