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voice and howled — no other word expresses it — 

 while the women gave way to paroxysms of sobs 

 and weeping, and had to be almost carried from 

 the grave-side. 



I did not go into the church, being somewhat late, 

 but sat outside with crowds of sympathizing neigh- 

 bours ; but I thought the elaborate musical service 

 cruelly long, especially for such a people, compared 

 with the merciful brevity and simplicity of our 

 burial service. 



A day or two later I bade farewell to all my 

 friends in Montenegro, and embarked for Trieste 

 amid a salvo of revolver-shots. 



Trieste being only six hours from Venice, and 

 having to stop on the way until I could procure 

 some money from the bank at Budapest, on which I 

 had a letter of credit, I ran across there to wait for 

 the necessary funds to be remitted to me by post. 



After a couple of days in this beautiful place, 

 which I had never before seen, I proceeded to 

 Budapest, en route for Roumania, for a second 

 attempt to find a nesting colony of Pelecanus 

 onocrotalus in the Delta of the Danube. 



