The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1903-06-14
FIGHTING in MACEDONIA
A WAR CORRESPONDENT "HELD UP"
BY STRAY BRIGAND.
Turke-Monks and Peasants
Assist.

Correspondence of the indianapolis Journal
PHILIPPOPOLI. Bulgaria, May 81
crossed the frontier at Fondina, the last
Montenegro village, and took the road to
Dinoschi, which is the first Albanian set
Element The way leads over stony noun
tain passes, heavily wooded. After travel
ing two hours / sat down on windfall TO
consult the maps. only to find that they lied
foot for foot Suddenly the towering figure
of a native doomed up. At sight of the
stranger he stood stock still. What a
shame that Prince Nicholas's soldiers had
confiscated my camera the day before! Here
was a subject for Remington: an over life
size bronze statue. a picturesque long coat
floating down the back. the mighty right
gracefully poised on the silver handle of
a marine pistol stuck in the belt. If live
100 years 1 will not forget the look he gave
melt was reeking with contempt, cunning.
superiority-a veritable death warrant!
saw at once that he was a Mussulman and
babe him Gods peace.
STOP" he said in answer. and. looking
| me over a second time, added: Cant you
| get out of my way?"
tried to smile: Certainly, my lord, IL
you want more room," and endeavored to
| about twenty PAGES when he faced me
anew.
Coming from Austria, do you not? What
do you want here?"
at was born In Austria, but am a natural
| ICED Bulgarian-a man of science, If your
| Iordship pleases, after bugs and flowers and
herbs. They call me botanist."
They do. Ell? And 1 call you liar!
| Citizen Of two countries! say you belong
to dogland. and-listen-I further aver that
you came here to play the spy. Sit down
now and hold your tongue"
did as hidden and his lordship sat by my
| side
| (After while): Have you got anything
| to drink?''
"At your order, sir"
He took a long pull from the bottle. shiv-
cred bit and spoke disdainfully: Where
did you get that COMPOUNDED stuff?"
I'm Podgoritza, the other side; 20
kreutzers per liter"
"Podgoritza-I know the hole. Well. how
are things there?'
my lord" 1 replied. "the Montenegrans
| are a poor race" But he would not per-
NIT me to finish. "Have you got anything
to eat?" he cried. mo? Well. here is corn
bread and garlic. Well divide"
We lunched together and emptied the
| flask like brethren in arms.
| CASE OF HIGHWAY ROBBERY.
| Having demonstrated that there no
ill-will my captor abruptly remarked: by
| the way, have you got any money about
your"
/ ripped open the lining of my coat and
| extracted by fortune, counting it out into
the Albanian's hand, twenty-five guldens
| He examined the banknotes with the eye
of connoiseur, nodded and placed them
in his pocket.
Changer he said next, with the meir
of a street car conductor, asking for fares
MY lord, I trust to your generosity that
| you will let me retain the small coin.
| have a long way before me, and my appe-
tite is good. Besides, / have only two
| guldens left, a sum quite unworthy of sc
| great a lord you"
Hold your tongue-an Albanian can take
care of his dignity, without listening tc
barking dogs. And don't whine about get
ting hungry. If you please. Hospitality is
one of our chief national virtues. Every
household has bread and cheese here fol
such as you. Change. 1 repeat, and DOM
be all day about it,
| 7 shelled out The Albanian, continu-
ing, "And that is really all? Have you NJ
valuables?''
I turned out my trousers pockets and
he went through my vest and coat while
| 1 held the lapels. His only find was
cheap watch of gun-metal. 1t puzzled him
How much?" he queried, doubtfully.
81 paid five guldens for it in Sofia
'Then it's base metal and Of no use.
| tree.
Pardon. my lord. as you did not fol
| the watch, you might have returned it t.
me-"
The Albanian smiled Ike Satyr. "Ant
encourage your Western ignorance? No
learn to tell the time by the sun. en-
lightened Albanians do! Besides, wher
you get home you will buy another watch
all you fellows have money by the bushel.'
He arose, cut the straps of the valis'
hanging from my shoulder. and said. 'Yoi
go now
I got up, but tarried somewhat. HI
looked me through and through; repeating
"you may co. Then he added: How
ever, 1 don't want you to think us heath
ems. Here is more bread and garlic fol
you; may your appetite never grow less.
took the bread and-waited for more. A
this my lord seemed vexed, but at last h,
handed me my change, guldens and
kreutzers: I'VE are no heathens, you