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Montenegrins came and looked at us, and an old veterinary surgeon, also
_en route_, but in the opposite direction, conversed in bad German. The
old vet. was a Roumanian, and the only animal doctor in all Montenegro.
To their great surprise we demanded something to eat.
"Supper is at nine," they said severely.
"But we have had nothing since ten this morning," we protested.
"But supper will be ready at nine," they said again.
After a lot of trouble we got some scrambled eggs, but nothing would
persuade our guide, whose name, by the way, was "Mike," to have
anything. It almost seemed improper to eat at the wrong hours, even if
one was hungry.
After supper we sat growing colder and colder. At last, in desperation,
we asked if there were no place in the village which had a fire.
"Oh yes, there is a fire in the other cafe," and thither we were
conducted.
We were in a jolly wooden room, with a blazing stove and a most welcome
fugginess. The hostess brought us rakia, coffee and walnuts, and did her
utmost to make us comfortable.


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