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At the start Jan was rather grateful for the squash, for the air was
chilly; soon the damp, exposed parts of his clothing cooled to freezing
point, and it was lucky that they were not more extensive.
As we rolled over the craters and crests of the--what had once
been--stone-paved streets, the driver halted, here to buy a large loaf
of bread, there to purchase smelly cheese, and finally to pick up a
gold-laced officer, whom we took to be the post-guard. The driver, who
sat back to back with Jan, grumbled at him because he took up too much
room. But Jan replied that it was his own fault for not making the
carriage bigger, and that his knees were not telescopic. We received the
post of Montenegro, for this was the only road out; it consisted of
three letters and a circular, so we judged that Montenegrin censorship
was pretty strict.
The road was flat, the surrounding country covered with little scrubby
oak bushes, in and out of which ran innumerable black pigs who had long
cross pieces bound to their necks to prevent them from pushing through
hedges into the few maize fields.
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