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Dr. Ob suddenly produced a large sheep's head which he dissected with
medical knowledge. He gouged out an eye which he offered to Jo; upon her
refusing the succulent morsel he gave a sigh of relief and wolfed it
himself. One of the men on board had a fiddle, and played us across the
lake. Some one said, "Give us the Merry Widow."
He shook his head.
"Come on," said his tempter, "there's no one here. Give it us." At last,
looking at Miss Petrovitch and us, the musician timidly started the
music, for the "Merry Widow" is "straffed" in Montenegro as one of the
characters is a caricature of Prince Danilo, hence everybody plays it
with gusto in private.
We came again to Plavnitza. A huge crowd of Turks were waiting for us;
one wild befezzed ruffian had a concertina and was capering to his own
strains.
We were suddenly disturbed, the box was wrested away, the bundles also,
the bed was carried off, also a tin dish too small for a bath, too big
for a basin, and a tin watering pot--the bride's trousseau.


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