nor sent two chairs for the ladies. As we steamed away we
pondered on the problem of Scutari.

There are in all, say, 300,000 Serbs, a high estimate, in all
Montenegro. The population of the Sanjak and its cities, Plevlie, Ipek,
Berane, and Jakovitza, are of course largely Mussulman or Albanian, and
already the balance of people in the little mountain kingdom is
wavering. If Montenegro adds to herself Scutari, a town in which the
Serb population is practically "nil," the scales swing over heavily
against the ruling classes, and either one will see Montenegro absorb
Scutari, to be in turn absorbed by Scutari itself; or we shall see
the crimes of Austro-Hungary repeated upon a smaller scale, and
Montenegro will be some day condemned before a tribunal of Europe for
continued injustice to the people entrusted to her. The Albanians loathe
the Serb even more than they hate the Turk, and at present, in spite of
the fact that they are on their best manners, the Montenegrin police and
soldiery have the appearance of a debt collector in the house of one who
has backed a friend's bill.

[Illustration: DISEMBARKATION OF A TURKISH BRIDE.]

[Illustration: GOVERNOR PETROVITCH AND HIS DAUGHTER IN THEIR STATE
BARGE.]

An Albanian noble said to Jan, "We are quiet now: the Powers have no
time to waste upon us, and we are not going to revolt and let ourselves
be murdered without redress. But, if after the war things are not
righted, monsieur, there will be a revolution every day."

We saw a pelican, and of course some one had to try and kill it; but
luckily the criminal was an average shot only. The pelican flew off
flapping its broad white wings. The Frenchman told us that the Turkish
lady round the corner is a gipsy bride to be. A light dawned upon us.
The bed, these boxes we were sitting upon: she was taking her furniture
with her. Jan peered round at her. She was sitting on a low stool, and
the two screens were standing at duty. They had chosen the most secluded
spot in the boat, which was next to the boilers. The day itself was very
hot, and the atmosphere within the poor bride's thick coverings must
have been awful, though when nobody was looking she was allowed to raise
for a second the many thicknesses of black chiffon which shrouded her
face, and to gasp a few chestfulls of fresh air.

Dr. Ob suddenly produced a large sheep's head which he dissected with
medical knowledge. He gouged out an eye which he offered to Jo; upon he