They stopped us. We expected questions about the
Serbs; but no. They said--
"Can one buy underclothing in Scutari?"
Their baggage transport had been sunk by an Austrian submarine and they
had only what they were wearing. We wished each other luck and went on.
There was no hope of arriving at Alessio that night, we had started too
late. As evening was falling, we came to an Albanian inn and decided to
put up.
There was a stable full of manure on the ground floor, through which one
had to pass, and in the dark one was continually slipping into the
midden or running one's head unexpectedly into horses' hindquarters. Up
a rickety stair were two rooms. The floor rocked as we walked over it,
and every moment we expected to go through and be precipitated into the
manure below. The walls and floor were so loosely made that the wind
blew through in all directions, and we called it the "castle in the
air." We supped on chickens which we had brought from Scutari, and
Whatmough and Elmer made a fire in the yard and got us cocoa.
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