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stony hillside he nearly fell, and soon afterwards in 

 a narrow lane he stumbled and rolled over, sending 

 the man flying over his head. We were by now 

 riding along the Bojana river, against whose strong 

 current fleets of Turkish craft were sailing towards 

 the town. I knew we should have to cross this 

 river twice, and was told there were bridges. About 

 these, however, I had my doubts, so that when we 

 reached the first crossing I was not surprised to see 

 on the other side a very ancient and crazy-looking 

 ferryboat, but no bridge. They told me that it 

 had been carried away by the winter's floods, but if 

 so it had been swept away so completely that there 

 was not the very slightest trace of it left, and the 

 ferryboat looked as if it had been running since 

 the Deluge. 



They do not take the trouble here to make any 

 landing-places for these ferryboats, and embarking 

 horses, especially if they are at all restive, is a 

 difficult and tedious business. However, in due 

 time we did cross, bag and baggage. On the 

 Albanian side we had coffee at the dirty little 

 han — after some bother with the people, who were 

 stupidly suspicious of the money we tendered in 

 payment. 



From here we were joined by a Turk, who was 

 also going part of the way to Scutari, and we were 

 glad of his company, for he knew the way, and none 



