s offences, besides giving him one hundred napoleons.

Achmet now settled down at his present home near Podgorica, but was
caught by the Turks and imprisoned on a false charge for four months,
when he was able to prove an alibi.

Achmet fought in many border fights with the Montenegrins against the
Albanians and distinguished himself greatly. Two Albanians once
attacked the son of a famous standard-bearer, whose life he saved,
capturing the assailants alive and bringing them into Podgorica. For
this act the Prince gave him an old fortress for his home, and where
he still lives.

Later on Jovan's brother, whom he had killed near Dulcigno, came early
one morning to Achmet and fired at him; but Achmet caught him, and
again brought his prisoner alive into the town, where he received ten
years' imprisonment. These deeds are all the more remarkable as he
brought his captures alive and delivered them over to justice. It is,
firstly, not customary to take men alive; secondly, the feat is of
extreme difficulty, for men fight to a finish in these lands.

Achmet is known to disappear periodically for several weeks, but of
these affairs he would say nothing. But the most striking and romantic
episode of this marvellous man's life has yet to be told.

Recently he was caught by his now arch enemies, the Turks, and
imprisoned in the powerful fortress of Tusi, a few miles from
Podgorica. Not content with putting on the usual extremely heavy
chains, they added to their prisoner a second set of fetters. But
friends smuggled into his possession a file, concealed in a loaf of
bread. He filed through his chains, and the day previous to his escape
he noticed a lot of straw bedding lying at the foot of the fortress
walls. That night he completed the filing of the fetters, broke open
the cell-door, and rushing through the sleeping soldiers he jumped the
wall, landing without hurt on the pile of straw bedding below. Though
fired at and pursued, he escaped unhurt.

We heard many such stories, but the story of Achmet was certainly the
best, and these men do not lie. As the man took his leave, he gave us
a pressing invitation to visit his fortress home in the mountains.

"I will slaughter my best lamb," he added, as a special inducement.

There was another highly interesting personality living in Podgorica,
an ex-Albanian chief and refugee from his country, named Sokol Baco.
This fine old fellow, standing well over six feet, looked fifty