The Serb captain had a carriage, and another carriage
took all our baggage, which had now sadly dwindled owing to the
continued depredations of the police. We straggled out of the town and
through the crowded bazaar, for it was a Saturday. Passed the Venetian
fort and the river from which stuck the funnel of the steamer so
mysteriously sunk one night. We had heard that the Turkish gun flat
which had transported us had burst her boilers, so now the Montenegrins
had no steamers left.
The road was level and better than many we had come over, though once or
twice the carriages were hopelessly mired, and had to be pushed across.
West's horse had ideas about side streets, and bolted down each as he
came to it.
We met the Adriatic Commission. Mr. Lamb and Mr. George Paget, returning
after so long an absence, were in the first carriage. We recognized Mr.
Paget at once, for though either of them might have liked old arms, only
one would have collected old cookery books. The rest of the commission
came along later.
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