THE QUEST OF THE PELICAN : ALBANIA 



The traveller arriving at a Turkish port must be 

 prepared for unpleasantness. Unable to speak the 

 language, I was not long in finding out the difference 

 between the manners of Montenegrin and Turkish 

 customs officials, and very soon found myself in 

 difficulties. The whole of my luggage was opened 

 and subjected to a vigorous search, and all my goods 

 and chattels were quickly scattered over the floor in 

 inextricable confusion, while the Turkish officials 

 were busy confiscating my gun and all the cartridges. 

 Then they came on several gross of photographic 

 dry-plates, and proceeded to commence opening 

 them to see what they contained. The previous 

 proceedings had sufficiently exasperated me, but 

 this was more than I could stand. How I managed 

 to stop them I hardly know to this day ; but by 

 very vigorous expostulations I did manage to stay 

 proceedings, and induced one of the bystanders — 

 for by this time a considerable crowd had collected 

 — to take my card to the Consul and request him to 

 come to my assistance. 



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