The log cabin Democrat., 1916-03-11

A Aho, tuC ldSI Clly III Ddl- 4 matia, is a quaint medieval
 walled town. Formerly it was
 the southernmost of all Aus trla's Adriatic possessions, which ex- tend almost 450 miles down the east ern shore from Grado, just above Trieste, to the ancient fortress and modern naval base on the Bocche di Cattaro, famous alike for it's wonder ful harbors and wild beauty, unriv- aled even by the finest of the fiords of Norway.
 The city of Cattaro is situated on the innermost of the chain of five lit tie lakes or bays of the Bocche, and on three sides 1t is inclosed with an ampitheater of rock, formed by the mountains which almost encircle it. It is very ancient stronghold and even in the days of Constantine-Por- phyrogenetus the city was described by him as being "the city where the sun never shines except in midsum- ! mer." It is actually true that the old town covering at the very feet of the great mountains which soar into the sky just behind it is as somber and shut in as an alpine village in a mar row mountain pass, but although shaded from the sun by the soaring rocks it is insufferably hot in summer.
 The city walls are enormously high and thick and keep out any stray breeze from the water, while the streets of the town are so crooked and narrow that they remind one of the dark little calli of Venice, with here and there a small paved campo or court, surrounded by low stone dwell ingS with tiny slits for windows, which add to the somberness and gloom of the breathless city, which for cen turies has been the scene of such per petual conflicts that the dwellings are miniature forts, the tiny windows be- ing apertures through which to shoot rather than openings to admit light and air.
 Gate to Montenegro.
 The little strip of alluvial land on which Cattaro lies has been formed by the rains of centuries having washed the soil from the gaunt sides of the bleak mountains of rock towering above it. The Montenegrin legend states that at the creation, St. Peter was flying with a great bag of rocks The bag broke and the rocks falling made Montenegro. It is to the credit of King Nicholas warriors that no oth- CT land as desolate, rocky and hope lessly sterile has ever been so re- vered for centuries by it's dauntless sons, who in it's defense, have watered its crags with their blood.
 Cattaro has been long known as the gateway of Montenegro and years be- fore the famous road was hewn out of the sides of the rocks the Monte negrins made their way down into Cat taro from their little stony farms on the bleak heights above, by the rough goat track which for ages followed the bed of mountain stream.
 The cathedral of St. Trifen, or the duomo, as it is called, is one of the oldest and finest buildings in Cattaro. One of its towers boasts of silvery
 
 deed, Is tho fact that the bells are musical, as, apparently, they ring every five minutes, night and day.
 The Bocche consists of several mar row canals of water, surrounded by lofty mountains rising almost directly from the waters edge, between which lie broad expanses of water, produc- ing very fine scenery. The first of the narrows leads into the bay of Topla and the steamer heads directly for Castelnuovo, leaving on the left the Sutomia, a portion of Ragusan ter ritory ceded to Turkey in 1899 to form buffer between herself and Venice The town was founded in 1873 by the Bosnian King Tvarko I. Kokomanovic. In 153S the Spaniards built the fort rrowning the hill to the north. now lplit up good deal, but the splits are partly concealed by ivy. It was the