Got a wire from Kragujevatz to say that the motor
hood is ready and that we must go over to get it fitted. We cleaned and
oiled the car, and at two ran it down the hill, but it would not start.
Found two sparking plugs cracked and the magneto very weak. When we had
fixed it up it was too late. Four a.m. to-morrow morning.
OCTOBER 3RD. Started in the dark, Mr. Berry, Sister Hammond,
Sava, I, and a female relation of some minister or other who wanted to
go to Kralievo. The motor working badly, as it is impossible to get the
proper spare parts. Three young owls were sitting in the middle of the
road scared by our headlights; we hit one, the other two flew away. Sava
and I stopped and tinkered at the old machine for about an hour, changed
all the sparking plugs again, after which she went better. We reached
Kralievo without incident, where we cast loose the female relation. From
Kralievo passed over the Morava, which was pretty floody and had
knocked the road about a bit. The road led right through the Shumadia
country, where the first revolts of the Serbian nation against their
Turkish oppressors were engendered.
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