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We bade them a jolly farewell, wished them luck, and started downhill.
The track became so steep that we had to descend from our horses and
walk, and so we came to Shavnik.
Shavnik is not of wood; it is stone, and as we came into its little
square--with the white river-bed on one side--we realized that no
welcome attended us. To our indignant dismay the inn was full, and no
telegram from the "State" had arrived.
[Illustration: PEASANT WOMEN OF THE MOUNTAINS.]
[Illustration: A VILLAGE OF NORTH MONTENEGRO.]
We learned that in Montenegro are two kinds of travellers--royalties
and nobodies. Royalties are done for, nobodies do the best they can. We
found a not overclean room over a shop--there was nothing better--we had
already experienced worse: so we ordered supper, and went off to the
telegraph station, to make sure that we arrived as "Royalty" at the next
stop.
A man suddenly burst into the office, crying, "Sirdar! Sirdar!"
Jo and Jan made their way through the darkness to the inn, squeezed
between sweating horses to the door.


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