The first person we met there was Dr. Clemow.
"Have you got the Sirdar with you?" we asked.
He answered that he had brought Paul, the young Montenegrin interpreter,
with him. The English units in Montenegro had been recalled, and he had
come to Nish to try to rescind the order for his unit.
The town was at its gayest. The cloud had not yet dimmed the market.
Peasants poured in, knowing nothing of the Bulgars, little thinking that
they would be flying, starving, dying, in a few weeks' time. A Chinese
vendor of paper gauds had come into the town, and all the pretty girls
were wearing his absurdities pinned on to their head kerchiefs. One girl
was so fine and bejewelled that we photographed her, to the delight of
her lover, who stood aside to let us have a good view.
A man was selling honey in the comb accompanied by his bees, which must
have followed him for miles. They testified their displeasure at his
selling their honey by stinging him and most of the buyers.
No one seemed to know when the train was leaving.
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