India 2001 books

Ob. The motor was going
off at 6.30 he said. We cheered internally, for we were getting tired of
Cettinje, which reminded us of a watchmaker's wife with her best silk
dress on. On our way downstairs we called in to thank the Minister of
War for our jolly trip; and he wished us "Bon voyage."
We got en route almost up to time, with us was Mrs. G----, who was also
going back as far as Podgoritza. She was storekeeper and accountant for
the Wounded Allies, and ever had a hard and troublesome task between
what she needed and what she could get from the Sanitary Department. She
took the front seat with Jo, and inside Jan found a French sailor of the
wireless telegraphy, who had had typhoid fever, but was now going back
to work. As we rattled down the curves and along the edge of the
darkening chasms of the mountain side, he summed up with the brevity of
a "rapin."
"Dans la journee ici, vous savez, il y'a de quoi faire des cliches."
We stopped at Rieka for water, and then on once more.


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