i'hoto iroiu is.atiicc Aicolson 

 A MONTENEGRIN IN THE DOORWAY OF HIS HOME 



diplomatic laisscr passer — and after re- 

 freshing ourselves with a coffee at the 

 Grand Hotel, which the town possesses 

 in common with every other in Europe, 

 we begin the ascent from the pocket of 

 Niegush, and an hour's climbing brings 

 us to the top of the pass, and we behold 

 Cetinje. 



WHERE THE COXOUERlxr. TURK HAS 

 NEVER TROD 



The distance as the crow flies is short ; 

 but the winding road multiplies the miles, 

 and we have ample opportunity to survey 

 the tiny capital which boasts itself- — 

 albeit somewhat inaccurately — that its 



