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over the bridle-paths across the mountains, where 

 there is not even a road, must add very considerably 

 to the cost of living, and I wonder that they have not, 

 for their own sakes, before now contrived to make 

 some sort of breakwater, so as to enable steamers to 

 call at Dulcigno in all winds. Materials at any rate 

 are abundant enough in the shape of rocks. Accord- 

 ing to the Montenegrin legend, when the Almighty 

 was distributing stones over the earth, the bag burst 

 and they all fell on to Montenegro. 



As we rounded the point, a large boat pushed off 

 from the shore, packed to the gunwale with an 

 excited throng of emigrants leaving their native 

 land for the States. Fusillades of revolver shots 

 re-echoed from the rocky headlands, and were re- 

 peated again and again until they drew alongside 

 the ship. These revolver shots form a very pic- 

 turesque farewell, and one particularly appropriate 

 to these warlike people ; but they are not locked on 

 with much favour by the ships' officers. And amid 

 such a frantic crowd, all of whom are singing and 

 shouting at the top of their voices, it is a wonder 

 that accidents do not frequently happen, as man 

 after man, half frenzied with excitement, draws his 

 huge revolver from his waistband and discharges it 

 into the air. However, I never heard of anybody 

 being hurt on these occasions. 



The waist of the steamer was soon packed with 



