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than to have it unexpectedly sprung on him without 

 any notice. 



Djouraschkovitch, I heard, had become a member 

 of Parliament, and was at Cetinje ; but my small 

 knowledge of Italian had rendered me much more 

 independent than I had been on my former visit to 

 the country. My first visitor, before I had arrived a 

 day, was a stalwart young Montenegrin, who came 

 to offer me his services as guide and hunter as long 

 as I should remain in Montenegro. As he had the 

 reputation of being a great ' cacciatore,' I engaged 

 him, and found him a first-rate fellow. The only 

 drawback was that he knew no Italian, and I no 

 Serb. However, I have worked under similar con- 

 ditions so many times in different countries that I 

 can generally get on without much difficulty. 



Marco lived with his father and mother and 

 brothers and sisters in a typical grey stone house 

 on the hill-side at the back of the town. 



The Montenegrin houses are very different in 

 style from the Turkish, being gaunt and bare in the 

 extreme — mere hollow stone blocks which look as 

 if they had grown spontaneously from the rocks 

 around. The shops in the bazaar and the houses in 

 the main street are mostly Turkish, with heavy 

 overhanging eaves and closely latticed windows, 

 picturesque and dirty. They have the unmistak- 

 able Eastern and Mohammedan look about them, 



