The commandant roared reassuringly from his attic window, and an officer
tried to beat the men back. Seeing us convulsed with laughter, they
turned sheepishly; but the little boats wagged on, people jumping into
the water as they neared shore.
"Come and sit round my fire," said the commandant. So we again imbibed
coffee and discussed courage. It was explained to us that none of the
men in the boats were Montenegrins, and we politely agreed.
Hearing that a Red Cross party was in the village people came and asked
for medical aid. We explained that we had no doctors, but they begged
us to come and see the invalids.
Doctors and chemists were unobtainable, and soldiers were dying every
day.
We had no hesitation in tackling the Montenegrin soldiers, for at least
we could do no harm, considering that our whole pharmacopoeia was a
little boracic, some bismuth capsules, Epsom salts, quinine, iodine, and
one of the party owned a bottle of some patent unknown stuff, against
fever and many other ailments.
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