TWENTY YEARS OF BALKAN TANGLE
BY
M. EDITH DURHAM.

AUTHOR OF THE BURDEN OF THE BALKANS,
HIGH ALBANIA,
THE STRUGGLE FOR SCUTARI, ETC.



LONDON: GEORGE ALLEN & UNWIN LTD. RUSKIN HOUSE, 40 MUSEUM STREET,
W.C.1


First published 1920

(All rights reserved)


PREFACE

"And let men beware how they neglect and suffer Matter of Trouble to
be prepared; for no Man can forbid the Sparke nor tell whence it
come." BACON.

MINE is but a tale of small straws; but of small straws carefully
collected. And small straws show whence the wind blows. There are
currents and cross currents which may make a whirlwind.

For this reason the tale of the plots and counterplots through which
I lived in my many years of Balkan travel, seems worth the telling.
Events which were incomprehensible at the time have since been
illumined by later developments, and I myself am surprised to find
how accurately small facts noted in my diaries, fit in with official
revelations.

Every detail, every new point of view, may help the future history
in calmer days than these, to a just understanding of the world
catastrophe. It is with this hope that I record the main facts of
the scenes I witnessed and in which I sometimes played a part.

M. E. DURHAM.



CONTENTS

PREFACE

CHAPTER 1. PICKING UP THE THREADS
CHAPTER 2. MONTENEGRO AND HER RULERS
CHAPTER 3. FIRST IMPRESSIONS OF LAND AND PEOPLE
CHAPTER 4. SERBIA AND THE WAY THERE
CHAPTER 5. WHAT WAS BEHIND IT ALL
CHAPTER 6. THE GREAT SERBIAN IDEA
CHAPTER 7. 1903 AND WHAT HAPPENED
CHAPTER 8. MACEDONIA 1903-1904
CHAPTER 9. ALBANIA
CHAPTER 10. MURDER WILL OUT
CHAPTER 11. 1905
CHAPTER 12. BOSNIA AND THE HERZEGOVINA
CHAPTER 13. BOSNIA IN 1906. THE PLOT THICKENS
CHAPTER 14. 1907
CHAPTER 15. 1908: A FATEFUL YEAR
CHAPTER 16. 1909.
CHAPTER 17. 1910
CHAPTER 18. 1911 AND THE INSURRECTION OF THE CATHOLICS
CHAPTER 19. 1912. THE FIRST DROPS OF THE THUNDERSTORM
CHAPTER 20. 1914.
CHAPTER 21. THE YEARS OF THE WAR
INDEX.




TWENTY YEARS OF BALKAN TANGLE

CHAPTER ONE

PICKING UP THE THREADS

It was in Cetinje in August, 1900, that I first picked up a thread
of the Balkan tangle, little thinking how deeply enmeshed I should
later become, and still less how this tangle would ultimately affect
the whole world. Chance, or the Fates, took me Near Eastward.
Completely exhausted by constant attendance on an invalid relative,
the future stretched before me as endless years of grey monotony,
and escape seemed hopeless. The doctor who insisted upon my having
two months' holiday every year was kinder than he knew. "Take them
in quite a new place," he said. "Get right away no matter where, so
long as the change is complete."

Along with a friend I boarded an Austrian Lloyd steamer at Trieste,
and with high hopes but weakened health, started for the ports of
the Eastern Adriatic.

Threading the maze of mauve islets set in that incomparably blue and
dazzling sea; touching every day at ancient towns where strange
tongues were spoken and yet stranger garments worn, I began to feel
that life after all might be worth living and the fascination of the
Near East took hold of me.

A British Consul, bound to Asia Minor, leaned over the bulwark and
drew a long breath of satisfaction. "We are in the East!" he said.
"Can't you smell it? I feel I am going home. You are in the East so
soon as you cross Adria." He added tentatively: "People don't
understand. When you go back to England they say, 'How glad you must
be to get home!' They made me spend most of my leave on a house-boat
on the Thames, and of all the infernal things. ...

"I laughed. I did not care if I never saw England again. . . .

"You won't ever go back again now, will you?" he asked whimsically,
after learning whence I came. "I must," said I, sadly. "Oh don't,"
said he; "tell them you can't, and just wander about the East." He
transshipped shortly and disappeared, one of many passing travellers
with whom one is for a few moments on common ground. Our voyage
ended at Cattaro and there every one, Baedeker included, said it was
correct to drive up to Cetinje. Then you could drive down next day
and be able to say ever afterwards, "I have travelled in Montenegro."

It was in Cetinje that it was borne in on me that I had found the
"quite new place" which I sought. Thus Fate led me to the Balkans.

Cetinje then was a mere red-roofed village conspicuous on the
mountain-ringed plain. Its cottages were but one storeyed for the
most part, and contained some three thousand inhabitants. One big
building stood up on the left of the road as the traveller entered.

"No. That is not the palace of the Prince," said the driver. "It is
the Austro-Hungarian Legation."

Austria had started the great Legation building competition which
occupied the Great Powers for the next few years. Each Power strove
to erect a mansion in proportion to the amount of "influence" it
sought to obtain in this "sphere." Russia at once followed. Then
came Italy, with France hard on her heels. England, it is
interesting to note, started last; by way of economizing bought an
old house, added, tinkered and finally at great expense rebuilt
nearly the whole of it and got it quite done just before the
outbreak of the Great War, when it was beginning to be doubtful if
Montenegro would ever again require a British Legation. But this is
anticipating.

In 1900 most of the Foreign Ministers Plenipotentiary dwelt in
cottages or parlour-boarded at the Grand Hotel, the focus of
civilization, where they dined together at the Round Table of
Cetinje, presided over by Monsieur Piguet, the Swiss tutor of the
young Princes; a truly tactful man whom I have observed to calm a
heated altercation between two Great Powers by switching off the
conversation from such a delicate question as: "Which Legation has
the finest flag, France or Italy?" to something of international
interest such as: "Which washer-woman in Cetinje gets up shirt
fronts best?" For Ministers Plenipotentiary, when not artificially
inflated with the importance of the land they represent, are quite
like ordinary human beings.

Their number and variety caused me to ask: "But why are so many
Powers represented in such a hole of a place?" And the Italian
architect who was designing the Russian Legation replied, more truly
than he was perhaps aware: "Because Montenegro is the matchbox upon
which the next European war will be lighted!"

Cetinje was then extraordinarily picturesque. The Prince did all he
could to emphasize nationality. National dress was worn by all. So
fine was the Court dress of Montenegro that oddly enough Prince
Nikola was about the only ruling Sovereign in Europe who really
looked like one. The inroads of Cook's tourists had stopped his
former custom of hobnobbing with visitors, and he dodged with
dignity and skill the attempts of American snapshotters to corner
him and say: "How do, Prince!"

A vivid picture remains in my mind of the Royal Family as it filed
out of church on the feast of the Assumption of the Virgin. The
Prince, heavy-built, imposing, gorgeous; his hair iron grey,
ruddy-faced, hook-nosed, keen-eyed. Danilo, his heir, crimped, oiled
and self-conscious, in no respect a chip of the old block, who had
married the previous year, Jutta, daughter of the Grand Duke of
Mecklenburg Strelitz, who, on her reception into the Orthodox
Church, took the name of Militza. Montenegro was still excited about
the wedding. She looked dazzlingly fair among her dark "in-laws." Old
Princess Milena came, stately and handsome, her hair, still black,
crowning her head with a huge plait. Prince Mirko, the second son,
was still a slim and good looking youth. Petar, the youngest, a mere
child, mounted a little white pony and galloped past in the full
dress of an officer, reining up and saluting with a tiny sword as he
passed his father. The crowd roared applause. It was all more like a
fairy tale than real life. But the black coated Ministers
Plenipotentiary were all quite real.

From Cetinje we went to Podgoritza where for the first time I saw
Albanians. Podgoritza was full of them, all in national dress, for
Montenegro had as yet done little towards suppressing this. Nor in
this first visit did I go further inland.

But I had found "the land where I could have a complete change"; had
learnt, too, of the Great Serbian Idea; had had the meaning of the
Montenegrin cap explained to me; and been told how the reconstruction
of the Great Serb Empire of the Middle Ages was what Montenegro
lived for. Also that the first step in that direction must be the
taking of the Sanjak of Novibazar, which had been formed as a
barrier between the two branches of the Serb race by the Powers at
the Berlin Congress. To me it sounded then fantastic--operatic. I
had yet to learn that the opera bouffe of the Balkans is written in
blood and that those who are dead when the curtain falls, never come
to life again.

So much for Montenegro. We returned after a run to Trebinje,
Serajevo and Mostar, to the Dalmatian coast and Trieste.

First impressions are vivid. There is a certain interest in the fact
that I recorded Spalato in my diary as the first Slav town on our
way south from Trieste and that my letter thence was dated Spljet,
the Slav form of the name.

The one pre-eminently Italian town of Dalmatia is Zara. From Zara
south, the language becomes more and more Slav. But the Slav
speaking peasants that flock to market are by no means the same in
physical type as the South Slavs of the Bosnian Hinterland. It is
obvious that they are of other blood. They are known as Morlachs,
that is Sea Vlachs, and historically are in all probability
descendants of the pre-Slav native population which, together with
the Roman colonists, fled coast ward before the inrush of the Slav
invaders of the seventh century. Latin culture clung along the coast
and was reinforced later by the Venetians. And a Latin dialect was
spoken until recent times, dying out on the island of Veglio at the
end of the nineteenth century. The Slavizing process which has
steadily gone on is due, partly to natural pressure coastward of the
Slav masses of the Hinterland and partly to artificial means.

Austria, who ever since the break-up of the Holy Roman Empire, had
recognized Italy as a possible danger, had mitigated this by drawing
Italy into the Triple Alliance. But she was well aware that fear of
France, not love of Austria, made Italy take this step. Therefore to
reduce the danger of a strong Italia Irredenta on the east of Adria
she encouraged Atavism against Italianism, regarding the ignorant
and incoherent Slavs as less dangerous than the industrious and
scientific Italians. Similarly, England decided that the half-barbarous
Russians were less likely to be commercial rivals than the
industrious and scientific Germans, and sided with Russia.

Future historians will judge the wisdom of these decisions.

During the fourteen years in which I went up and down the coast, the
Slavizing process in Dalmatia visibly progressed, until the
German-Austrians began to realize that they were "warming a viper,"
and to feel nervous. Almost yearly there were more zones in which no
photographs might be taken and more forts were built.

Having picked up the thread of the Balkans the next thing was to
learn a Balkan language, for in 1900 scarcely a soul in Montenegro
spoke aught but Serb. Nor was any dictionary of the language to be
bought at Cetinje. The one bookshop of Montenegro was carefully
supervised by the Prince, who saw to it that the people should read
nothing likely to disturb their ideas, and the literature obtainable
was mainly old national ballads and the poetical works of the Prince
and his father, Grand Voy voda Mirko.

In London in 1900 it was nearly impossible to find a teacher of
Serb, and a New Testament from the Bible Society was the only book
available. Finally a Pole--a political refugee from Russia and a
student of all Slav languages--undertook to teach me. English he
knew none, and but little German and had been but a few weeks in
England.

I asked for his first impressions. His reply was unexpected. What
surprised him most was that the English thought Russia a Great Power
and were even afraid of her. I explained that Russia was a monster
ready to spring on our Indian frontier--that she possessed untold
wealth and countless hordes. He laughed scornfully. In halting
German he said "Russia is nothing--nothing. The wealth is
underground. They have not the sense to get it. Their Army is large,
but it is rotten. All Russia is rotten. If there is a war the
Russian Army will be--will be--" he stammered for a word--"will be
like this!" He snatched up a piece of waste paper, crumpled it and
flung it contemptuously into the waste paper basket.

I never forgot the gesture. Later, when folk foretold Japan's
certain defeat if she tackled the monster, and in 1914 talked
crazily of "the Russian steam-roller" I saw only that crumpled rag
of paper flying into the basket. By that time I had seen too much of
the Slav to trust him in any capacity. But this is anticipating.




CHAPTER TWO

MONTENEGRO AND HER RULERS

In days of old the priest was King,
 Obedient to his nod, Man rushed to slay his brother man
 As sacrifice to God.

THE events seen by the casual traveller are meaningless if he knows
not what went before. They are mere sentences from the middle of a
book he has not read. Before going further we must therefore tell
briefly of Montenegro's past. It is indeed a key to many of the Near
Eastern problems, for here in little, we see the century-old "pull
devil-pull baker" tug between Austria and Russia, Teuton and Slav,
for dominion.

In 1900, Montenegro, which was about the size of Yorkshire,
consisted of some thirty plemena or tribes. A small core, mainly
Cetinaajes, Nyegushi, Rijeka and Kchevo formed old Montenegro. To
this was added the Brda group, which joined Montenegro voluntarily
in the eighteenth century, in order to fight against the Turks.
These are mainly of Albanian blood and were all Roman Catholics at
the time of their annexation, but have since been converted to the
Orthodox Church and Slavized. It is noteworthy that they are now
strenuously resisting annexation by Serbia. Thirdly, came the
extensive lands, some of them wholly Albanian, annexed to Montenegro
in 1878 under the Treaty of Berlin, much of which, in spite of the
efforts of the Montenegrin Government, is by no means Slavized.

Certain other small districts have also from time to time been
joined to Montenegro at different times, e.g. Grahovo. Each of the
Montenegrin tribes has a distinct tradition of origin from an
individual or family. They tell almost invariably of immigration
into their present site in the fifteenth or sixteenth century. Thus
Nyegushi in 1905 told me of descent from two brothers Jerak and
Raiko, who fled from Nyegushi in the Herzegovina fourteen
generations ago. The Royal family, the Petrovitches, traces descent
from Jerak. If we take thirty years as a generation this gives us
1485. The Turks had then begun to overrun Bosnia and the Herzegovina.

Ivan Tsrnoievitch, chief of the tribes of the Zeta, was so hard
pressed by the oncoming Turks that he burnt his capital of Zhablyak
and withdrew to the mountains, where he founded Cetinje in 1484.
Tradition thus corresponds closely with historic fact. The strength
of Turkish influence is shown by the fact that even to-day the
peasant speaks of Ivan as Ivan Beg.

The oft-repeated tale that Montenegro was founded by the refugees
from Kosovo is thus we see mythical, as Kosovo was fought a century
earlier in 1389. Lineally, the Montenegrins are Bosnians,
Herzegovinians and Albanians rather than Serbs of Serbia. Bosnia and
the Herzegovina were independent of the old Kingdom of Serbia, which
explains much of the reluctance of Montenegro to be to-day
incorporated by the Serbs.

Ivan and his refugee tribes successfully resisted the Turkish
attacks on their stronghold and were helped by Venice. But
conversions to Islam became frequent. One of Ivan's own sons turned
Turk and fought against Montenegro. Finally, the last of the
Trsnoievitch line, Ivan II, who had married a Venetian wife, decided
that the leadership of a band of outlaws in the poverty-stricken
mountains was not good enough. He retired to the fleshpots of
Venice, trusting the defence of the district to a civil, hereditary
leader and charging the Vladika [Bishop] with the duty of preventing
ore of his flock going over to Islam, as the Serbs of Bosnia were
now doing in great numbers.

It has been inaccurately represented that Montenegro was singular in
being ruled by her Bishop. In this respect Montenegro in no way
differed from other Christian districts ruled by the Turks who, with
a tolerance at that date rare, recognized everywhere the religion of
the country and entrusted all the affairs of the Christians to their
own ecclesiastics. To the Turks, the Montenegrin tribes and the
Albanian tribes of the mountains--who had also their own Bishops
--were but insubordinate tribes against whom they sent punitive
expeditions when taxes were in arrears and raids became intolerable.
The Montenegrins descended from their natural fortress and plundered
the fat flocks of the plain lands. They existed mainly by brigandage
as their sheep-stealing ballads tell, and the history of raid and
punitive expedition is much like that of our Indian frontier.

Till 1696 the Vladikas were chosen according to the usual methods of
the Orthodox Church. After that date they were, with one exception,
members of the Petrovitch family. This has been vaguely accounted
for by saying that to prevent quarrels the Montenegrins decided to
make the post hereditary in the Petrovitch family. As the Vladika
was celibate, his successor had to be chosen from among members of
his family. Later events, however, throw much light on this alleged
interference with the rules of the Orthodox Church.

In June, 1696, Danilo Petrovitch, of Nyegushi, who, be it noted, was
already in holy orders, was chosen as Vladika. A man of well-known
courage such as the country needed, he accepted office, but was not
consecrated till 1700. Till then the Vladikas of Montenegro had been
consecrated by the Serb Patriarch at Ipek. But in 1680 Arsenius the
Patriarch had decided to accept the protection of Austria and
emigrated to Karlovatz with most of his flock. The turns of
fortune's wheel are odd. The Serbs have more than once owed almost
their existence to Austrian intervention. The Turks permitted the
appointment of another Serb Patriarch, but Serb influence in the
district waned rapidly and the Albanians rapidly resettled the lands
from which their forefathers had been evicted. In 1769 the
Phanariotes suppressed the Serb Patriarchate altogether, for the
Greek was ever greedy of spreading over the whole peninsula, and the
Vladika of Montenegro was thus the only head of a Serb Church in the
Balkans and gained much in importance.

Danilo was a born ruler. He soon absorbed all the temporal power,
and latterly left matters ecclesiastic to his nephew Sava.

The outstanding feature of his rule was his suppression of
Mahommedanism. At this time conversions to Islam were increasing.
Danilo, when on a visit to the plain of Podgoritza, to consecrate a
small church by permission of the Pasha of Scutari, was taken
prisoner by the local Moslems, though he had been promised safe
conduct, and put up to ransom. He was bought off only by the
sacrifice of the church plate of the monastery, and returned home
hot with anger.

To avenge the insult and clear the land of Islam he organized the
wholesale massacre of the Moslems of Montenegro. On Christmas Eve
1703 an armed band, led by the Martinovitches, rushed from house to
house slaughtering all who refused baptism. Next morning the
murderers came to the church, says the song: "Their arms were bloody
to the shoulders." Danilo, flushed with joy, cried: "Dear God we
thank Thee for all things!" A thanksgiving was held and a feast
followed. Danilo thus gained extraordinary popularity. Such is the
fame of his Christmas Eve that it was enthusiastically quoted to me
in the Balkan War of 1912-13 as an example to be followed, and
baptisms were enforced with hideous cruelty. The Balkan Christian of
to-day is no whit less cruel than the Turk and is more fanatical.

Danilo's prestige after this massacre was so great that the tribes
of the Brda formed a defensive alliance with him against the Turks.
And his fame flew further, for Russia, now for the first time,
appeared in Montenegro. Peter the Great sent his Envoy Miloradovitch
to Cetinje in 1711--a date of very great importance, for from it
begins modern Balkan policy and the power of the Petrovitches. Peter
claimed the Montenegrins as of one blood and one faith with Russia
and called on them to fight the Turk and meet him at Constantinople
where they would together "glorify the Slav name; destroy the brood
of the Agas and build up temples to the true faith."

The Montenegrins rushed to the fray with wild enthusiasm and on the
high ground between Rijeka and Podgoritza won the battle called "The
Field of the Sultan's Felling," such was the number of Turks who,
entangled in the thorn bushes, were slaughtered wholesale, as the
Montenegrin driver recounts to this day when he passes the spot.

A great victory--but Russia and Montenegro have not yet met at
Constantinople. The Turks sent a strong punitive force and, not for
the first time, burnt the monastery at Cetinje, wasted the land and
doubtless removed enough gear to pay the haratch [tax] which Danilo
had refused.

1715 is noteworthy as the date of Danilo's visit to Petersburg, when
he was given the first of the many subsidies which the Tsars have
bestowed till recently upon the Petrovitch family.

In a land which is rat-poor, the family which has wealth has power.
The Petrovitches had gained power and they kept it. Fighting almost
till the last, Danilo died full of years and fame, in 1735, and
named his nephew Sava, who had acted for some time as ecclesiastical
head, as his successor.

Sava had no ambition to be aught but a Churchman. He built the
monastery of Stanjevitch and retired to it, leaving his nephew
Vassili to govern.

Vassili, who was already in holy orders, had much of the quality of
Danilo. He organized the defence of the land and defeated more than
one attack upon it. Montenegro was now largely fighting against the
Moslem Serbs of Bosnia and the Herzegovina. In fact the "Turk" with
whom the Balkan Christian waged war was as often as not his
compatriot, turned Moslem.

Vassili and Sava further strengthened their alliance with Russia by
visiting Petersburg, where the Empress Elizabeth promised them a
yearly subsidy of 3,000 roubles and money for schools. Vassili died
in Russia in 1766 and Sava was left to manage alone.

He was quite unfit and his post was usurped by a remarkable imposter
who appeared suddenly in Montenegro and said he was Peter III of
Russia, who had been murdered in 1706. Russia was a name to conjure
with. He thrilled the credulous tribesmen with tales of his escape
and adventures. In the words of an old ballad: "He is known as
Stefan the Little. The nation turns to him as a child to its father.
They have dismissed their headmen, their Serdars, Knezhes and
Voyvodas. All eyes turn to him and hail him as Tsar." Sava returned
to his monastery and the imposter reigned. Even the Patriarch of
Ipek who was on the verge of dismissal, cried for the protection of
Stefan Mali, who set to work to govern with great energy. Venice,
alarmed by his popularity, joined with the Turks and attacked
Montenegro, but was repulsed. Russia, seeing her influence waning
with the departed Sava, sent an Envoy to denounce the impostor. But
"nothing succeeds like success." Stefan Mali had such a hold over
the ignorant tribesmen that Russia, seeing Sava was useless,
recognized Stefan as ruler. He reigned five more years and was
murdered in 1774 by, it was said, an agent of the Pasha of Scutari.
He is believed to have been of humble Bosnia origin and was one of
the few successful impostors of history.

Sava had perforce to return to the world, and owing to his
incapacity the post of Civil Governor of Montenegro now became
important. The office, till now held always by a Vukotitch, had
meant little save the leadership of tribal Soviets or councils. The
Vukotitches exchanged the office with the Radonitches for that of
Serdar, and under the title of Gubernator the first Radonitch rose
to power.

This is a very important period for now for the first time Austria
appears on the scene and the long diplomatic struggle with Russia
for power in Montenegro begins.

In 1779 an appeal to the Emperor of Austria was sent, signed by Ivan
Radonitch, Gubernator; Ivan Petrovitch, Serdar; and lastly by Petar
Petrovitch, Archimandrite and Deputy-Metropolitan. From which we
must conclude that Sava had definitely retired from power. From this
date for several years Ivan Radonitch always signed first. He had
just returned from a fruitless trip to Russia, and was seeking help
from Austria. Sava died in 1783 and was succeeded by Vladika
Plamenatz, a fact which, though well known in Montenegro, is rigidly
excluded from her official history by the Petrovitches, whose
version, the only "authorized" one, is constructed with more regard
to the glory of their dynasty than historic truth.

On Sava's death the Radonitch party at once welcomed the first
Austrian Mission to Montenegro and accommodated it in Sava's
monastery. One of the Envoys has left a vivid picture of Montenegro
in those days.

"The nation has no police, no laws. A kind of equality reigns. The
headmen have only a certain authority for managing ordinary business
and settling blood-feuds. The father of Radonitch was the first to
whom the nation gave the title Gubernator in order to gain the
respect of the Venetians and Turks. The Gubernator summons the
Serdars, Voyvodas and Knezhes. They meet in the open air. The
General Assembly takes place at the village of Cetinje. . . . The
Vladika, or at least a couple of monks, are present. The Serdars
similarly call local meetings of headmen and thus arrange peace
between two families or villages. Their power consists only of
persuasion. In practice murder is usually avenged by murder. The
land has one Metropolitan, the Vladika, in whose eparchy are
included Ipek, Kroja and Dalmatia spiritually, for the consecration
of priests, he being, since the removal of the Patriarch of Ipek,
the next Archbishop. But the foreign priests obey him in no respect
save for consecration. His functions consist in the consecration of
priests and churches. He visits the parishes but not so much for
pastoral duties as for the collection of the so-called Milostina,
the alms which form his payment. The monks too collect on their own
behalf. The people who are very superstitious, fast rigorously and
give willingly to the clergy. Their terror of excommunication makes
them regard their Bishops as the highest and most respected in the
land. Radonitch's father, first Gubernator, tried to obtain the
highest position for himself but failed. His son now tries to, and
would succeed, were he cleverer and had more money, for the
Metropolitan Plamenatz is little respected and could not do much to
prevent him. The Metropolitans have been used to visit Petersburg
from time to time and to receive a subsidy for the Church and gifts
in money and in the form of costly vestments for themselves. From
which gifts, say the people, they receive no benefit. Since 1779 no
Russian money has been received. The feelings of the country have
consequently grown cold. People here obey only so long as they gain
by so doing."

We now come upon the first notice of the development of the Great
Serbian Idea, as a definite political plan in Montenegro. The
Austrian Envoy writes:

"The following which was told me by a Montenegrin monk is worthy of
further consideration. A little while after the Russian war was
ended in 1773 a plan was made by the Metropolitan and some monks to
reconstruct the old Serbian Kingdom and to include in it besides
Bulgaria, Serbia, Upper Albania, Dalmatia and Bosnia, also the Banat
of Karlstadt and Slavonia. The Turks in all the provinces were to be
fallen upon at a given moment by the Schismatics, and it was also
resolved that all foreign officers should be cleared out of all
lands within the Imperial frontiers. The late Orthodox Bishop
Jaksitch of Karlstadt is said to have agreed and carried on a
correspondence with the Metropolitan of Montenegro by means of
priests. . . . Though the carrying out of such a plan is very
difficult, yet the project should not be left out of consideration."

The Petrovitch ambition to form and rule over Great Serbia was thus,
we see, actually elaborated long before Serbia had obtained
independence and before the Karageorgevitches had even been heard
of. This explains much that has since happened.

Further the Envoy replies to the question: Whether or not Montenegro
can be considered independent?--thus:

"From the frontier drawn by the Venetians with the Turks it follows
that Montenegro belongs to the Turks. The nation does not deny that
it has been twice conquered by the Turks, who, each time, destroyed
Cetinje and the Monastery, where some Turks even settled, but were
driven out. In 1768 they were forced to pay tribute by the Vezir of
Bosnia. The Montenegrins on the plains, in fact, pay tribute. The
Katunska and Rijeka nahias alone have paid no tribute since 1768.
These facts show Montenegro belongs to the Porte.

"The Montenegrins on the contrary maintain that they have never
recognized Turkish rule, and never paid tribute save when forced by
overpowering numbers; that they do not recognize the assigning of
their nahias to the Pashas of Spuzh and Scutari; that they have
chosen a Gubernator whose title has not been disputed; that they
rule themselves without Turkish interference. In truth, however, the
apparent independence of the land depends as much on its mountainous
character as on the courage of the inhabitants. The difficulties of
the land make it more trouble than it is worth."

The country is described as completely lawless. Blood feuds rage
between rival families and in seven months a hundred men have been
killed in vengeance. Over this wild group of tribes Russia and
Austria now struggled for influence. In 1782 Ivan Radonitch went for
seven months to Vienna. Montenegro could not (and cannot) possibly
exist without foreign aid. And he sought it.

But the Emperor Joseph II decided that to organize Montenegro as an
Ally "would, in peace, be costly and in war of insufficient use." He
withdrew the Mission but, to retain Montenegro's goodwill, allotted
a small annual subsidy of which 500 ducats were to go to Radonitch,
and but 150 to Vladika Plamenatz.

Russia, however, would not let Montenegro slip from her grasp. In
May, 1788, a Russian Envoy arrived and began countermining Austria.
Austria retorted by sending another Envoy, who reports complete
anarchy and ceaseless inter-tribal fighting:

"Some were with us; some sought to destroy us; some fought the
Turks; some were in alliance with them. They have a Bishop, Governor
and Serdar, but these are mere names. People obey only if they can
gain by so doing. We even heard a common man say to the Bishop's
face: 'Holy Bishop, you lie like a hound! I will cut out your heart
on the point of my knife.' Except that they keep the fasts they have
no religion. They rob, steal, and have many wives. Some sell women
and girls to the Turks and commit other crimes as one hears daily.
All is done with the animal impulse of desire, or hatred, or
selfishness. The inhabitants are used to raid neighbourlands for
cattle, etc., and are even led by their priests on these expeditions
which they think heroic."

This vivid account will be recognized as the truth by all who have
lived in native huts and listened to local tradition. It describes
the life of the Balkan Christian up till recent days. My Montenegrin
guide used to lament the good old times when a second wife could be
taken and no fuss made; and when as many as fifteen men were shot in
a feud; and his great uncle had commanded a pirate ship which plied
between the Adriatic and the Aegean.

There is nothing new under the sun. In 1788, as in the twentieth
century, we find the rival Powers trying to buy partisans. "We never
could satisfy them," says the Austrian Envoy. "When we thought we
had won him with one gift, we found next day he had joined the
opposition party or demanded a new gift as if he had not had one.
Even the Bishop, though he tried by all means to win our favour,
could not hide from us his false intriguing heart."

The struggle was brief. Russia was victorious. Vladika Plamenatz
disappeared suddenly, and the Petrovitches came again to the fore.
Vladika Petar's name headed all official documents, the Gubernator
fell to second rank, and the blood-feud between the Plamenatzes and
the Petrovitches compelled some of the former to seek shelter with
the Turks. Russia has never permitted a pro-Austrian to rule long in
Slav lands. Witness the-fate of the Obrenovitches, in Serbia.
Vladika Petar was a strong man, which is probably why he obtained
Russian support. He drove his unruly team with much success and won
its respect.

Russia and Austria came to one of their many "understandings" and
in 1788 declared war together on the Turk with the expressed
intention of ending the Sultan's rule. Both encouraged the
Montenegrins to harry the Turkish borders. The Austrian Envoy,
however, distrusted the Montenegrins and wrote: "Very much more can
we rely on the faith and courage of the Catholic Albanians of the
Brda, the very numerous Bijelopavlitchi, Piperi, Kuchi,
Vasojevitchi, Klementi, Hoti, etc., who could muster 20,000 very
outrageous fighters whom the Sultan fears more than he does the
Montenegrins." A passage of great interest, for to-day many of these
Albanian tribes, having fallen under Montenegrin rule, have been
completely Slavized and have 'joined the Orthodox Church.

Some of these tribes did support Austria, were left in the lurch by
her when she made peace in 1791, and were punished by the Turks.
Part of the Klementi dared not return home and settled in Hungary,
where their descendants still live.

Montenegro was mentioned in the Treaty of Sistova merely as a
rebellious Turkish province, but Vladika Petar had gained much
power, for the Brda tribes now definitely accepted him as their head
and the Tsutsi and Bijelitch tribes emigrated into Montenegro from
the Herzegovina and were given land.

The Turks forcibly opposed the union of the Brda with Montenegro,
but could not prevent it, and in the fight the Pasha of Scutari was
killed. His head, on a stake, for long adorned the tower at Cetinje.

A hard blow was now struck at Montenegro. The Venetians in 1797
ceded the Bocche di Cattaro to Austria. Till then the frontier had
been vague. The Vladika was spiritual head of the Bocchese and the
Montenegrins considered them as part of themselves. The new frontier
caused much wrath. Russia hurried to support the Vladika. Austria
strove in vain for influence. Her Envoy wrote in 1798, "The
Gubernator sees his authority daily weakening while that of the
Vladika increases." He says the frontier must be fixed "so as to
force this horde of brigands to remain within the frontiers which
they cross only to molest his Majesty's subjects and make them
victims of brigandage. The Metropolitan and the Gubernator have
given no satisfaction to the complaints daily addressed to them."

No. They did not. For they had a strong backing. Up hurried a
special Envoy of the Tsar with rich gifts for the Vladika, who
received him with a salute of guns, and further insulted Austria by
hoisting the Russian flag over the Monastery. "Devil and Baker" had
both pulled. Which won? I leave that to the reader.

Russia was now ruling power in Montenegro. When Napoleon's troops
appeared in the Near East the Montenegrins joined the Russian forces
and attacked the French at Ragusa where their ferocity horrified
even the hardened soldiers of Napoleon. A Ragusan gave me her
grandfather's account of the yelling horde of savage mountaineers
who rushed into battle with the decapitated heads of their foes
dangling from their necks and belts, sparing no one, pillaging and
destroying, and enraging the Russian officers by rushing home so
soon as they had secured booty worth carrying off. In considering
the Near East of to-day it should never be forgotten that but a
century ago much of the population was as wild as the Red Indians of
the same date.

The French held the Bocche di Cattaro some years during which the
Vladika, as Russia's ally, flatly refused to come to terms with
them. And in 1813, so soon as Napoleon's defeat became known Vladika
Petar and Vuko Radonitch, the new Gubernator, summoned the
tribesmen, swooped down on Cattaro, stormed the Trinity fort and
captured Budua. A short-lived triumph. Russia, wishing peace with
Austria and having no further use for Montenegro, ordered the
Vladika to yield his newly conquered lands and they were formally
allotted to Austria by Treaty.

During these years the resurrection of Serbia was taking place. In
this Montenegro was unable to take active part, being more than
enough occupied with her own affairs. But the Vladika himself sang
Karageorge's heroism and tried to send a force to his aid.

Vladika Petar I died in 1830. He left Montenegro larger and stronger
than he found it, for he had worked hard to unite the ever-quarrelling
tribes by establishing laws to suppress blood-feuds. Inability to
cohere is ever the curse of Slav lands. Only a strong autocrat has
as yet welded them. Petar earned the fame he bears in the land.

His body is to this day deeply reverenced by the superstitious
mountaineers. Some years after burial it was found to have been
miraculously preserved from decay and he was thereupon canonized
under the name of St. Petar Cetinski.

When dying he nominated as his successor his nephew Rada, then a lad
not yet in holy orders, and made his chiefs swear to support him.

Such an irregular proceeding as appointing a youth of seventeen to
an Archbishopric could hardly have been carried out, even in the
Balkans, had it not been for the terror of a dead man's curse--a
thing still dreaded in the land. And also for the fact that Rada's
election had the support too of Vuko Radonitch the Gubernator.

Vuko hoped doubtless to obtain the upper hand over such a young
rival. Rada, with no further training, was at once consecrated as
Vladika Petar II by the Bishop of Prizren and this strange
consecration was confirmed later at Petersburg, whither the young
Petrovitch duly went.

Russia has all along consistently furthered her influence and plans
in the Balkans by planting suitable Bishops as political agents.
Russia was now powerful in Montenegro. A Russian officer led the
clans a-raiding into Turkey and returned with so many decapitated
heads to adorn Cetinje, that the Tsar thought fit to protest. The
tug between Austria and Russia continued. Vuko, the Gubernator, and
his party, finding the youthful Archbishop taking the upper hand
with Russian aid, entered into negotiations with Austria. The plot
was, however, detected. Vuko fled to Austria. His brother was
assassinated; the family house at Nyegushi was burnt down and the
family exiled. Russia would tolerate no influence but her own and
had begun in fact the same policy she afterwards developed in
Serbia. From that date--1832--the office of Gubernator was
abolished. Imitation is the sincerest flattery. The Petrovitches
began to model themselves on their patrons, the Tsars, and strove
for absolutism.

Petar II ranks high as author and poet. He further organized the
laws against the blood-feuds which were sapping the strength of the
nation and ingeniously ordered a murderer to be shot by a party made
up of one man from each tribe. As the relatives of the dead man
could not possibly avenge themselves on every tribe in the land the
murder-sequence had perforce to end. To reconcile public opinion to
this form of punishment he permitted the condemned man to run for
his life. If the firing party missed him, he was pardoned. The point
gained was that the murder became the affair of the central
government, not of the local one.

Petar also did much to start education in the land. He died before
he was forty of tuberculosis, in 1851, one of the early victims of
the disease which shortly afterwards began to ravage Montenegro and
has killed many Petrovitches.

He named as his successor his nephew Danilo.

Danilo's accession is a turning point in Montenegrin history. He at
once stated that he did not wish to enter holy orders and would
accept temporal power only. He was, in fact, about to marry a lady
who was an Austrian Slav. For this, the consent of Russia had to be
obtained, for till now it was through the Church that Russia had
ruled in Montenegro. She had ever--with the sole exception of the
usurper Stefan Mali--supported the Vladika against the Gubernator.
This office was, however, now abolished. There had been difficulty
more than once about transmitting the ruling power from uncle to
nephew. Russia decided that she could obtain a yet firmer hold of
the land if she established a directly hereditary dynasty. Danilo
was proclaimed Prince and ecclesiastical affairs alone were to be
administered by the Bishop.

The Sultan who had accepted the rule of the Bishop in Montenegro as
in other Christian districts, protested against the recognition of
an hereditary Prince and at once attacked Montenegro, which was
saved by the diplomatic intervention of both Russia and Austria,
neither of whom wished its destruction. Peace was made and Danilo formally
recognized. He was never popular. He had received his title from
Russia, but his sympathies leaned towards Austria. And he offended
both Russia and his Montenegrins by refusing to take part in the
Crimean war, to the wrath of the tribes who saw in it a fine
opportunity for harrying their foes of the border. Attempts to
enforce law and order provoked hostility among the recently annexed
tribes of the Brda who, though they had voluntarily joined
Montenegro as opposed to the Turks, refused flatly to pay taxes.
Danilo put down this rising with great severity and gained the
hatred of the revolted tribes.

But even with enforced taxation Danilo was short of funds. Russia,
angry at his failure to aid her, stood aside. Danilo begged of
Austria and Austria refused. Montenegro could not and cannot live
without foreign support. The French--now so active again in Balkan
intrigue--came in and tried to detach Danilo from their then enemy
Russia, by offering him a subsidy and certain concessions from the
Sultan if he would accept Turkish suzerainty.

There ensued a quarrel between the Russian agent in Cetinje, B. M.
Medakovitch, and Danilo over this. Medakovitch was Danilo's private
secretary. "I lived in friendship and harmony with Prince Danilo,"
he says, "until he said to me, 'I know you wish the Montenegrins
well and highly value their liberty. But it cannot be as you wish.
We must recognize the Turks in order to obtain more money.' We might
have remained friends but foreign intrigues crept in. ... Enemies
of our faith and name denounced me as the "friend" of Russia. My
faith and blood are dear to me. But I have always kept in view the
good of the nation and followed the course which ever led to the
fortune of Montenegro. ... I would not agree that Montenegro's glory
should be denied in accordance with the wishes of the French Consul
at Scutari, who in especial is trying to destroy the power of
Montenegro." (History repeats itself. The French now, 1920, are
aiming at Montenegro's destruction.) "I opposed Turkish rule . . .
but the headmen sided with Prince Danilo and favoured the wish of
the French Consul. They were ready to accept the Turk as lord. Only
I and Prince George Petrovitch opposed them."

The quarrel was heightened by the fact that Tsar Nikola I, when he
died in 1855, bequeathed 5,000 ducats to Montenegro, but stipulated
they were to be used for charitable purposes under Russian control.
Danilo was enraged by this as he wanted the cash himself.
Medakovitch refused to give it him. "He regards as his friend him
who gives him gold," says a contemporary; "who gives naught is his
arch-enemy." Danilo continued negotiating with France, and
Medakovitch carried the 5,000 ducats out of the country to the
Russian Consul-General at Ragusa.

Danilo formed a crafty plan. He sent two cunning agents to Ragusa to
pretend to the Russian that Montenegro was in a state of unrest, and
that they could overthrow Danilo and re-establish Russian influence
if they could have the 5,000 ducats. To what more laudable end could
they be expended? But the Russian was a yet more wily fox and the
plan failed.

Danilo then hurried to Paris to discuss matters and while he was
absent George Petrovitch led a rising against him, instigated
doubtless by Medakovitch. Danilo hastily returned to Montenegro and
according to a contemporary account a reign of terror followed. He
feared every popular man: "Thus it is that a series of executions
without trial or formal accusation has gone on for months without it
being possible to see when this terrible state of things will end.
Persons who to-day are the Prince's favourites are to-morrow
corpses. His commands, his threats and his gold obtain for him false
oaths and false documents." A fierce blood-feud which lasted in
effect till a few years ago, arose between him and the Gjurashkovitches.
Marko Gjurashkovitch, one of the richest and handsomest of the
headmen, dared, during the Prince's absence in France, to marry the
widow of Pero Petrovitch, whom Danilo had meant to bestow on his
favourite Petar Vukotitch. Danilo therefore bribed heavily Gligor
Milanovitch the arambasha of a brigand band, who accused Marko
Gjurashkovitch and another of a treasonable plot against Danilo's
life. The two were at once arrested and executed in spite of their
protestations of innocence. The Gjurashkovitches fled into Turkish
territory where the two still held official posts under the Turkish
Government till 1912.

Danilo found his scheme for accepting Turkish suzerainty now so
unpopular that he dropped it and the Turks consequently at once
attacked Montenegro. The land was saved by the valour of Danilo's
brother, Grand Voyvoda Mirko, whose exploits are still sung by the
peasants. A great battle was fought at Grahovo. The retreat of the
Turkish army was cut off and the whole was slaughtered or captured.
The prisoners, according to Montenegrin custom, were hideously
mutilated and the British report of them as they passed Corfu on
their return struck horror in Europe. By this victory Montenegro
gained more land, but owed it to the valour of Mirko rather than to
Danilo.

Danilo's best work was the codification and reformation of the
unwritten law of the land. Code Danilo is rude enough, but an
advance upon the laws of Vladika Petar. It was printed in Italian
as well as Serb. Italian, till the beginning of the present century,
was the only foreign tongue that had made any way in Montenegro.

When Danilo had refused the spiritual headship of the land and had
chosen marriage, the superstitious foretold that no good would come
of this and that no heir of his body would succeed him.

The prophecy came true. He was assassinated in the summer of 1860 on
the shore of the Bocche di Cattaro, and left but two daughters. The
assassin, a Montenegrin, was arrested and executed and died without
giving any explanation of his deed. It has been ascribed both to
Austria and Russia--but was far more probably an act of private
vengeance.

Danilo was succeeded by Nikola I the present King of Montenegro, son
of Voyvoda Mirko.

Two main points stand clear from this brief sketch.

(1) That the history of Montenegro, as that of all the Balkan
peoples, is but a part of the gigantic racial struggle of Slav and
Teuton for command of the Near East. The Slav ever pressing
Southward and Westward, the Teuton standing as a bulwark for West
Europe and holding back the advancing hordes. The one non-Slavonic
lace in this group, the Albanian (with the exception of a few
Catholic tribes) consistently struggles also against the Slav peril
and sides with its opponents.

(2) It is also markedly a struggle for the supremacy of the Orthodox
Church. For with the exception of Montenegro's fights against the
armies of the Pasha of Scutari and his Albanians, the enemy of
Montenegro was always the Moslem Serbs of Bosnia and the
Herzegovina, people, that is, who racially and linguistically and by
custom are identical with the Montenegrins.

Montenegro's history continued on precisely the same lines under
Nikola I, until Slavonic and Teutonic rivalry culminated in the
colossal struggle which began in August 1914.

Of all the Petrovitches Nikola is one of the most remarkable. The
last of the mediaeval chieftains of Europe--a survival from a past
age--he is an epitome of the good and bad qualities of his race. In
common with that of other half-wild races the Montenegrin mind is
credulous and child-like and at the same time crafty and cunning.
With a very limited outlook, the Balkan politician is wont to spend
infinite ingenuity in outwitting a rival in order to gain some petty
advantage, and meanwhile to lose sight entirely of the larger
issues. Prince Nikola, better equipped by a western education than
any of his forerunners, rapidly gained a strong hold over his
ignorant subjects and in the great game of Near Eastern politics was
second only to Abdul Hamid at ruse and intrigue.

From the very first he had but one ambition--the reconstruction of
the Great Serbian Empire with the Petrovitches as the reigning
dynasty. He lived for it and he did all possible to foster it in the
minds of his people. He enforced the wearing of the national cap,
invented by Vladika Petar II. Each child was taught that his cap's
red crown was blood that had to be avenged. For each tribe he wrote
a Kolo song to be danced to at festive gatherings, to stimulate
nationalism. And for the whole country he wrote that most popular
national song:

Onward, onward, let me see Prizren,
 For it is mine--I shall come to my home!

The throne and the castle of Tsar Dushan at Prizren became a
national obsession.

And to ensure the obedience of the Soviet of headmen he appointed
his redoubtable father Voyvoda Mirko as President and chose the
members himself.

He was but nineteen at the time of his accession and married almost
at once, Milena, daughter of Voyvoda Vukotitch of the fighting tribe
of Kchevo, to whom he had been affianced in childhood, as was then
customary. Their reign began stormily. The Turks thirsting to avenge
Grahovo attacked Montenegro on three sides. Voyvoda Mirko led his
son's forces and the Montenegrins defended themselves desperately,
but were so severely outnumbered that only the intervention of the
Powers saved them. So much was Mirko dreaded that the Turks made it
one of their peace terms that he must leave the country. This term
was, however,' not fulfilled and the sturdy old savage remained in
Montenegro till the day of his death, steadily opposing all western
and modern ideas, especially the making of a carriage road into the
country; and ever composing and singing to the gusle songs of battle
and border fray, which, though devoid of literary merit, give an
invaluable picture of the savagery of the land in the middle of the
nineteenth century.

Old Mirko died of the great cholera epidemic which swept Montenegro,
and Prince Nikola was then free to introduce new visages into the
land.

Balanced perilously between Austria and Russia he managed to keep on
good terms with both, but his sympathies were Russian. To Russia he
turned for help to organize an army. Till then each tribe had fought
according to its own ideas. Montenegro had no artillery and no
equipment save flintlocks and the hand jar, the heavy knife used for
decapitation. In Petersburg he was warmly received by Tsar Alexander
II, who gave him funds both for schools and the army. A small-arms
factory was started at Rijeka and a gun foundry near Cetinje. Weapons
were bought from France and preparations made for the next campaign.
You cannot talk to King Nikola long without learning that war,
successful war, filled all his mind. Conquest and Great Serbia were
the stars of his heaven and of that of his people. Border frays
enough took place and when, in 1875, the Herzegovinians broke into
open revolt the Montenegrins rushed to their aid. Nikola, commanded
by the Powers to keep the peace, declared he could not restrain the
tribesmen. Local tradition which is possibly correct states that his
efforts to do so were not strenuous. In June 1876 Prince Milan of
Serbia declared war on Turkey. Prince Nikola, who had already
refused to acknowledge Milan as leader of the Serb peoples and
regarded him with jealous eyes, thereupon declared war next day.

The Great Serbian Idea was already causing rivalry.

Nikola fought and won his first battle at Vuchidol. Montenegrin arms
were successful everywhere--penetrated far into the Herzegovina;
took Podgoritza, Nikshitch and Antivari. When the victorious
Russians drew up the Treaty of San Stefano at the very gates of
Constantinople Prince Nikola, "the Tsar's only friend," received
liberal treatment, and Serbia, suspected of Austrian leanings, but
scant recognition.

The Treaty of Berlin reversed this. England was especially
anti-Russian and, represented by Lord Beaconsfield and Lord
Salisbury, insisted on entrusting the bulk of Montenegro's conquests
in the Herzegovina to Austrian administration. "The Tsar's only
friend" was regarded with suspicion. Montenegro was unfortunately
compensated mainly with Albanian territory. It was a great
injustice. The Albanians had made just as stubborn a fight for their
nationality as had the Montenegrins, and had never lost local
autonomy. They resisted violently and prevented Montenegro from
occupying either Plava, Gusinje or Tuzi. The Powers tried to make up
by an even worse act of injustice. Mr. Gladstone, having little or
no personal experience of the Orthodox Church, was possessed of an
extraordinary admiration for it, and, filled with the erroneous idea
that every Moslem was a Turk, he was in favour of giving Dulcigno, a
wholly Albanian town, to Montenegro in place of the other three. It
was a peculiarly unjust and cruel decision. Even in the days of the
Serb Kings Dulcigno had kept its autonomy and at one time coined its
own money. All old travellers state the spoken language was
Albanian. The Montenegrins could not take it and had no claim to it.
A naval demonstration of the Powers forced it to surrender, perhaps
one of the biggest acts of bullying of which the Powers have as yet
been guilty.

Albanian Dulcigno was handed over to its hereditary foe. The
strength of its purely Albanian nature is shown by the fact that
whereas in Nikshitch, Podgoritza, and Spuzh the Moslems, Serbs and
Albanians, were stripped of all their property and expelled
wholesale to starve as very many did--the Montenegrins did not dare
interfere with the large and hostile population of Dulcigno and have
in no way succeeded in Slavizing it: The Dulcigniotes still ask for
re-union with Albania.

Montenegro was recognized by the Treaty of Berlin for the first time
as an independent Principality, and Serbia, in 1880, was raised to a
Kingdom. To Prince Nikola and his Montenegrins who had refused to
recognize Prince Milan as leader of the Serb nation this was a most
bitter pill. Rivalry between the two branches of the Serb race was
intensified. Prince Nikola strove by a remarkable series of
marriages to unite himself to any and all of the Powers by means of
his numerous offspring.

Russia being his "only friend" he aspired to marry one of his elder
daughters to the Tsarivitch. But the poor girl who was being
educated for the purpose in Russia, died young.

Two other daughters he however successfully married to the Grand
Duke Nikola Nikolaievitch and the Grand Duke Peter. With Great
Serbia in view, and on bad terms with the Obrenovitches of Serbia,
he married his daughter Zorka in 1883 to Petar Karageorgevitch, the
exiled claimant to the Serbian throne. Having thus married his elder
children to Russian and Serb he then turned to the Triple Alliance
and married Helena to the Crown Prince of Italy, thus securing an
ally, as he hoped, across the Adriatic; and his heir Prince Danilo
to the daughter of the Grand Duke of Mecklenburg Strelitz. For his
daughter Anna he selected Prince Joseph Battenburg. "How do you
think this young man will do as Prince of Macedonia?" he once
cheerfully asked Mr. Bouchier, to Prince Joseph's embarrassment.

Lastly, in order to have claim on Serbia whichever way the political
cat hopped, he married Prince Mirko to Natalie Constantinovitch,
cousin to Alexander Obrenovitch of Serbia. All that Prince Nikola
could do to conquer Europe by "peaceful penetration" he certainly
did.

Two daughters remained: Princesses Xenia and Vera. Popular report
had it that one was destined for Bulgaria and the other for Greece,
and there was much disappointment when the Princes of those lands
made other choice. Nor I fear are either ladies likely now to mount
thrones.

One error of judgment which has largely helped to thwart Prince
Nikola's hopes is the fact that, alarmed lest foreign luxury should
make his sons discontented with their stony fatherland, he would not
send them abroad to be educated. They were taught at home by a tutor
who was an able man enough, but the future ruler of even a tiny
realm needs a wider experience and training. He further made the
fatal mistake of bringing them up as Princes apart from the people,
whereas he himself had played with village children. As a result
they grew up with exaggerated ideas of their own importance, devoid
of discipline and ignorant of all things most needful for a
successful ruler in a poor land. They had all the vices of Princes
and none of their virtues.

It was a tragic error with tragic consequences. Nikola came to the
throne as a mediaeval chieftain in a yet mediaeval land. To succeed
in his ambitions, and he was then amply justified in believing that
he would succeed, it was needful to train up a successor fit to rule
in the twentieth century.

The gates of time were of a sudden flung open. In the space of a
few years something like five centuries poured over the land. Nikola
stood on the rocks with his sons hoping to escape the devastating
torrent. But there was no way of escape. They must swim with the
stream of time--or drown.

Nor does it now seem likely that one of his immediate descendants
will ever rule Great Serbia.

They failed to take the "tide in the affairs of men" and their
golden dream has been swept, into the Never-Never Land. It is bitter
tragedy to end life as a failure.



CHAPTER THREE.

FIRST IMPRESSIONS OF LAND AND PEOPLE

In 1901 I visited Montenegro and went down the lake to Scutari.
Scutari captured me at once. It had colour, life, art. Its people
were friendly and industrious and did not spend all their time
drinking rakia and swaggering up and down the street as at Cetinje.
There was something very human about them and of all things I wanted
to go into the Albanian mountains. But our Consul there was but just
arrived. He consulted his Austrian colleague and as Austria was then
keeping the mountains as its own preserve, he replied, emphatically,
that the journey was impossible for me.

No particular political crisis was happening, but there were rumours
of a certain Kastrioti in Paris who claimed descent from the great
Skenderbeg and his possible arrival as Prince of Albania roused a
certain excitement in Albanian breasts. Hopes of independence were
already spoken of in hushed whispers.

In Montenegro Great Serbia was the talk, and I was shewn crude
prints of the heroes of old, on many a cottage wall. And some
flashlights on Montenegrin character showed vividly the different
mentality of the Balkans.

The new British Vice-Consul for Scutari came up to Cetinje on
business, for the British Minister had left owing to ill-health. The
Montenegrins did not like the new Vice-Consul and seriously
consulted me as to the possibility of having him exchanged for
another. I was extremely surprised. "But why do you not like him?" I
asked. "Because he does not like us," was the confident reply. "But
he has only been here a week," I urged. "How can he know yet whether
he likes you or not? In any case what does it matter. It is not
necessary to like a Consul."

"But yes!" came the horrified reply.
"How is it not necessary? One must either love or hate!"

One must either love or hate. There is no medium. It was Dushan
Gregovitch that spoke.

Lazar Mioushkovitch flashed the next beam on the national character.
Some tourists arrived and, at the lunch table, talked with Lazar.
One was a clergyman. He told how Canon McColl during the
Turko-Russian War of 1877 had reported having seen severed heads on
poles, and how all England, including Punch, had jeered at him for
thinking such a thing possible in Europe in the nineteenth century.
Mioushkovitch was sadly puzzled. "But how, I ask you, could he fail
to see severed heads in a war? The cutting off of heads in fact--I
see nothing remarkable in that!" Then, seeing the expression of the
reverend gentleman's face, he added quickly: "But when it comes to
teaching the children to stick cigarettes in the mouths--there I
agree with you, it is a bit too strong!" (c'est un peu fort ca!)
There was a sudden silence. The Near East had, in fact, momentarily
undraped itself.

Last came the days when we daily expected to hear that the Queen of
Italy had given birth to a son and heir. A gun was made ready to
fire twenty-one shots. Candles were prepared to light in every
window. The flags waited to be unfurled. We all sat at lunch in the
hotel. The door flew open and a perianik (royal guard) entered. He
spoke a few words to Monsieur Piguet, the Prince's tutor. Piguet
excused himself and left the room.

After some interval he returned, heaved a heavy sigh, and in a voice
of deep depression, said to the Diplomatic table: Eh bien Messieurs
--nous avons une fille! It was appalling. No one in Montenegro, it
would appear, had thought such a catastrophe even possible. To the
Montenegrin the birth of a daughter was a misfortune. "You feed your
son for yourself. You feed your daughter for another man." Faced
with this mediaeval point of view the Diplomatic circle was struck
dumb. Till the British Consul said bravely: "I don't care what the
etiquette is! I won't condole with him." And the tension was
relieved.

No guns were fired, no candles lighted. Cetinje tried to look as
though nothing at all had happened.

One member of the Round Table at this time needs mention. Count
Louis Voynovitch from Ragusa was staying in Cetinje to draw up a new
code of laws. This clever adventurer was looked on with some
jealousy by the Montenegrins and much favoured by the Royal Family
whom he amused with anecdotes and jokes.

It was said he was to be permanently Minister of Justice, but he
left Montenegro rather suddenly over, it was said, a cherchez la
femme affair. He then went to Bulgaria as tutor, I believe, to the
young Princes, and afterwards held a post in Serbia.

And he returned again to Montenegro and represented Montenegro at
the Ambassadors Conference in London during the Balkan War of
1912-13. He was reputed to be deep dipped in every intrigue of the
Balkans and in Jugoslavia we may some day hear of him again.

Nothing else now worth recording occurred in my 1901 holiday. Next
year was a full one.




CHAPTER FOUR.

SERBIA AND THE WAY THERE

"The wicked flee when no man pursueth, but the righteous is bold as
a lion."

Twice had I visited Montenegro and had heard much of Great Serbia.
Of the past as seen by Serb eyes I read in any number of cheap pink
and blue ballad books. As for the present, big Montenegrins in the
most decorative national dress in Europe, swaggered up and down the
main street of Cetinje, consumed unlimited black coffee and rakia
and discussed the glorious days when all Serbs should again be
united under Gospodar Nikita. But that they were taking any active
steps to create this earthly paradise I had then no idea.

My 1902 holiday was due. I decided to go further afield and see
Serbia itself, but to go first to Montenegro where I might obtain
information and introductions. No one in England could tell me
anything and only one recent book on the subject could be found.
This was of no consequence for the real joy of travel begins with
the plunge into the unknown and in 1902 it was still possible to
find this joy in Europe. From Whittaker's Almanac I learnt that all
passports must be visaed at the Serbian Legation and thither I
hastened.

I had never travelled without a passport, for accidents may always
happen and even so near home as Paris identity papers may be useful.
But I had never before sought a special visa.

Light-heartedly, therefore, I rang the Legation bell and cheerfully
offered the youth, who admitted me, the passport with a request for
a visa. He told me to wait; and wait I did until--though not quite
new to the Near East I began to wonder what overwhelming
world-politics were detaining the Serbian Minister. Persons peeped
at me cautiously through the half-open door and darted back when I
looked round. Finally, I was summoned into M. Militchevitch's
presence.

Stiffly he asked why I wanted to go to Serbia. My reply, that having
visited Montenegro I now proposed seeing other Serb lands, did not
please him at all. I made things worse by enlarging on my
Montenegrin experiences for I had no idea then of the fact that
there is nothing one Slav State hates so much as another Slav State,
and truly thought to please him.

He persisted in wanting "definite information." "What do you want to
do there?"

"Travel and sketch and photograph and collect curios."

He suggested sternly that there were other lands in Europe where all
this could be done.

His attitude was incomprehensible to me, who then knew foreign lands
only as places which received tourists with open arms and hotels
gaping for guests. He, on the other hand, found me quite as
incomprehensible for, like many another Balkan man, he could
conceive of no travel without a political object.

And I was quite unaware that the murders upon which Great Serbia was
to be built were even then being plotted.

Point-blank, I asked, "Is travelling in Serbia so very dangerous
then?"

The shot told. "Not at all!" said he hastily.

"Then why may I not go?"

After more argle-bargle he consented to give me the visa on
condition I went straight to the British Consul at Belgrade and did
nothing without his advice. He signed, remarking that he took no
responsibility. I paid and left triumphant, all unaware of the
hornet's nest I was now free to enter.

Of Serb politics I knew at that time little beyond the fact that
King Alexander was unpopular owing to an unfortunate marriage and
the still more unfortunate attempt of Queen Draga to plant a false
heir upon the country by pretending pregnancy; that his father's
career had been melodramatic and that the history of Serbia for the
whole period of her independence had been one long blood-feud
between the rival dynasties of Karageorge and Obrenovitch, neither
of which seemed popular in Montenegro. Off I went to Cetinje and
told various people my plan for seeing Serbia. Rather to my surprise
no one offered me introductions, but having been repeatedly told
that the Montenegrins were the cream of the Serb nation, and would
lead Serbia to glory I believed that the mere mention of Montenegro
and my acquaintance with it would suffice to assure me a welcome.

Near the door of the Monastery of Cetinje is the grave of one of the
Karageorgevitches and the priest who showed it me told that the
families Petrovitch and Karageorgevitch had been on very friendly
terms. Prince Nikola had married his daughter Zorka to Petar
Karageorgevitch, the rival claimant to the Serbian throne, in 1883;
that the young couple had lived in Cetinje and their three children
were born there; but that, after Zorka's death in 1890,
father-in-law and son-in-law had fallen out badly about money
matters and Petar had been seen no more in Montenegro. The fact that
the present Crown Prince Alexander of Serbia was born in Cetinje is
of some interest now, when he is attempting to seize his
grandfather's throne--but more of this later. In 1902 it was still
undreamed of.

Only Count Bollati, then Italian Minister to Montenegro, took any
active interest in my plans. Le bon Dieu, he said, "has created you
expressly to travel in the Balkans." He loathed Cetinje and
explained he had accepted it only as one degree better than Buenos
Ayres because nearer to Rome. "Nothing bites you," he continued;
"everything bites me. Your method of seeing lands is undoubtedly the
best, but I am satisfied with what I see from the windows of the
best hotel." Nor, unfortunately, was Count Bollati in any way unique
in his tastes a fact which may have affected the politics of Europe.

He had held a diplomatic post in Belgrade and was very curious to
know how I should fare. "Sooner you than I!" he laughed, and
meanwhile sketched me a route through the chief towns and told me
his first experience in the land.

It was at a court ball, given by the gay and dashing King Milan. The
salon was awhirl with dancers when-click--something fell to the
ground near the Count's feet. A lady's jewel doubtless. He stooped
and picked up a revolver cartridge. Laughing, he showed it to an
aide-de-camp near him, who saw no joke in the matter and referred it
to King Milan, who turned white and looked gravely anxious. And
Bollati for the first time realized the Balkans. Before I left
Cetinje it was officially announced that the marriage of Prince
Mirko (Prince Nikola's second son) with Mademoiselle Natalie
Constantinovitch had been fixed for July 12 O.S. (1902), and the
faire parts were sent to the Corps Diplomatique.

The bride was cousin to King Alexander Obrenovitch who had no direct
heir. Failing one, she was one of the nearest relations to the
Obrenovitch dynasty. The astute Prince Nikola, having married a
daughter to the Karageorge claimant to the throne, now strove to
make assurance doubly sure by marrying a son to a possible rival
candidate. My diary notes though: "It seems there has been a lot of
bother about it and that it was nearly 'off' as Papa Constantinovitch
required Mirko to put down a considerable amount in florins. And
Mirko could not produce them. I suppose he has now borrowed on his
expectation of the Serbian throne. Which is, I imagine, his only
asset."

I confess that at this time I did not know the Balkans and saw all
these doings humorously, as a comic operetta. But the comic operas
of the Balkans are written in blood and what was then fun to me was
to end in a world tragedy.

My route to Belgrade was by boat to Fiume and thence by rail via
Agram. On the boat I picked up a Croatian lady and her daughter, who
moped miserably in the hot and stuffy cabin till they ventured to
ask my permission to sit with me on deck. "You are English, so the
men will not dare annoy us," they said, "if we are with you." Only
English women, they declared, could travel as I did. The mere idea
of a journey in Serbia terrified them and they assured me it was
quite impossible.

And the cheap hotel in Agram, to which they recommended me, was of
the same opinion. The company there assured me that King Alexander
was drinking himself to death, and were loud in their expression of
contempt for land and people. In those days union between Croatia
and Serbia was possible only if Croatia swallowed Serbia. And not
very long after I was in Agram riots took place in which the Serbs
of the town were attacked and plundered.

As the train lumbered over the plains north of the Save, on the way
to Belgrade, my fellow travellers, too, thought I was bound on a mad
and impossible errand. As is usual in the Near East they all
cross-examined me about my private affairs with boring persistency,
and their verdict was that not even a British passport would see me
through. "You will never see Serbia," they declared. I did though.
For, being wholly innocent of any plots, all the efforts of all the
multitudinous police of Serbia failed to turn me from my plan. "The
wicked flee when no man pursueth, but the righteous is as bold as a
lion."

The train thundered over the iron bridge at night and deposited me
in Belgrade. I had to give up my passport and my troubles began. I
had come to see Serbia, and finally saw the whole of it and have
described it in another book. But for obvious reasons I did not then
recount all that befell me; I did not even understand it all.

Looking back on that tour I can only wonder at the dogged
persistence with which I overcame all the obstacles which the Serb
police put in my way. Short of forbidding me to travel they did all
they could.

In accordance with my promise to M. Militchevitch, "To do nothing
without consulting the British Consul," I went to the consulate,
where I found a nice young man, who had but recently arrived and
seemed to know nothing whatever about the country. He was playing
with a dachsdog and told me cheerfully I could go anywhere I liked
"and none of them will dare touch you." But he warned me that it
would be very expensive as carriages were two pounds a day. I
suggested mildly that the land being a poor one this could not
possibly be the regular charge, but that people sometimes had to pay
extra for the privilege of being British Consul; which apparently he
had never thought of. It proved correct though. Serbia in those days
was the cheapest spot in Europe. Never again in all probability will
the peasant be so well off.

But before starting up country I meant to see Belgrade, and began by
asking at the hotel where the King was to be seen. For a King, in
1902 at any rate, was still an object of interest, and one of the
"show sights" of most European countries. The waiter replied "You
want to see our King? You won't see him. He dares not come out of
the Konak. He is probably drunk." Nor in fact during the time I
spent in Belgrade did he ever come out.

In Belgrade the first thing I learnt was that I was "shadowed" by
the police. To the uninitiated this is most uncanny. The same man
keeps turning up. He does it very badly as a rule. You sit and have
coffee on one side of a street and he sits and drinks beer at the
restaurant opposite. You wander on and think: "What an ass I was to
think he was following me!" and meet him at the next corner. Most
disquieting of all perhaps is to come suddenly out of your bedroom
and almost tumble over him in the corridor. All these and more were
my experiences in the first weeks of my tour. And always I said to
myself in triumph: "They can't do anything to me for I have not done
anything." I could not even buy a railway ticket for a day's outing
without being cross-examined as to my purpose, my father, my uncles
and other relatives. The officials in Vain assured me that there was
nothing to see in the place I wished to visit. I played the card
which had succeeded with Militchevitch and asked if it were
dangerous. I could not enter a village without being at once asked
by the local policeman for my passport. Blankly ignorant of what was
behind these proceedings I steadily pursued my way, smiling at all
questions and supplying at demand long biographies of various
members of my family. No; my father had not been in the diplomatic
service, nor my uncles, nor brothers, nor cousins. No; none of them
were officers.

"I have come to see Serbia," said I, in return to the enquiry of a
police officer. "But what do you see?" he asked, gazing wildly
round. "I see nothing!"

Every official I think in every village, saw my sketch book,
demanded an explanation of why I had selected such things as wells,
gravestones, carts and cottages to draw, and remained mystified. For
the common objects of Serbia were of no interest to them. I merely
looked on all these vagaries as so many peculiar and silly Serbian
customs--wondered what the Serbs would do if a hundred or so
tourists appeared, for then there would not be enough police to go
round--and did not allow myself to be ruffled even when three times
in one day I had to show my passport to individuals who pounced down
on me in the street.

When I arrived at the' least bad hotel in Nish the hotelier said he
did not wish to be mixed up in the affair; gave me the worst room in
the house and told me I had better leave by the first train next
morning. I said I was going to stay and did. And explored Nish
conscious of "guardian angels" at my heels.

But it was here that I realized that there was something sinister in
the background, for so suspicious were the hotel people that when,
for two days I was seriously unwell, not one of them would come in
answer to my bell but an old woman, who flatly refused to bring me
anything and never turned up again. I lived on Brand's beef lozenges
till I was well enough on the evening of the second day to crawl
downstairs and bribe a waiter to fetch me some milk. Once recovered
I went to Pirot by rail in spite of pressing requests that I would
return to Belgrade. I wanted to see the Pirot carpet factories, but
of course no one believed this. They all imagined, as I learnt
later, that I was bound for Bulgaria with evil intentions: messages
from Montenegro for the undoing of Serbia. I was quite unaware at
the time that Prince Ferdinand and Prince Nikola were plotting
together. Arrived at Pirot it was obvious that I was considered
dangerous. I was stopped in the station by police and military
authorities, who had doubtless been warned of my arrival, and told
that I was not to go near the Bulgar frontier, much less cross it.
Only after some argument did they consent to let me stay two days in
the town. Then I was to leave for Belgrade by the early morning
train, and to make sure that I could not escape by any other route,
they confiscated my passport and said it should be returned to me at
the station when I left.

Tension between Serbia and Bulgaria was obviously extreme. By way of
warning, I was told that a Bulgar spy had just been caught and was
in prison. But I had come to see the carpet making and I saw it. The
carpets are very interesting. They are made in no other part of
Serbia and are in truth Bulgarian in origin. Pirot before its
annexation to Serbia in 1878 was an undoubtedly Bulgar district. Old
books of travel call Nish Bulgar. In Pirot a distinctly Bulgar cast
of countenance and build is to be seen. And the neighbouring
peasants play the bagpipe, the typical Bulgar instrument. The type
extends not only into the south of Serbia (of 1902), but in the east
spreads over the Timok. The population along the frontier and around
Zaitchar I found Bulgar and Roumanian, the flat-faced, heavily built
Bulgar with high cheekbones and lank black hair predominating--all
being Serbized, of course. Having seen the carpet making at Pirot, I
obediently appeared at the railway station at the appointed time as
bidden. Suddenly, the whole atmosphere changed. The same officials
who had received me so inimically now wanted me to stay! Having
first worn my quite respectable supply of patience almost
threadbare, the Serbs turned right round and did all they could to
efface first impressions. The whole thing seemed to me childish and
astonishing. But I profited largely by it and went the rest of my
way in comparative comfort.

By this time I had learnt that Serbia was in a state of intense
political tension, and that my ingenuous statement that I had come
straight from Cetinje had gone badly against me.

Stupid officials asked me so many leading questions that they
revealed far more than they had learnt and showed me quite clearly
that a plot to put Prince Mirko on the throne of Serbia at no
distant date, was believed to exist.

That most wily of Royal stud-grooms, Prince Nikola, had so married
his family that he undoubtedly believed that "What he lost on the
roundabouts he would gain on the swings," and that his position as
Head of Great Serbia was assured.

Having heard so much of the Petrovitches as the natural lords of
Great Serbia, this plan did not seem to me so unreasonable. But I
soon found it had very little support in Serbia. Only in the extreme
south--at Ivanjitza, Studenitza and thereabouts did I find
Montenegro at all popular.

Elsewhere it was looked on with jealousy and suspicion. The
Montenegrins, folk said, were incurably lazy and very dirty, and
their immigration into the country was not desired.

Some Montenegrin students came to the Serbian schools, but were
denounced as ungrateful and impossible. A Montenegrin, I was told,
was a lout who would sit all day on the doorstep wearing a revolver
and doing nothing, and would expect high pay or at least good keep
for so doing. In 1898 the Serb Government had actually forbidden the
immigration of Montenegrins.

In brief, it was clear Serbia would not accept a Montenegrin Prince
at any price, and Mirko's chances were nil.

Montenegro was despised. Bulgaria was hated--was the enemy, always
had been and always would be.

But even after I had been accepted by the country strange things
still happened.

At Kraljevo there was almost a fight over me between the Nachelnik
(Mayor) who ordered me to leave next day, and a man to whom I had
been given a letter of introduction. He said I should stay: the
other that I was to go, and they shouted at each other till both
were scarlet.

When mentioning this later to a company of Serbs they asked "What
was the name of the man you had an introduction to?" I gave it. They
exchanged glances. "That family was in trouble formerly about the
murder of Prince Michel" was all that was said. He was in point of
fact a partisan of the Karageorgevitch family. And the Mayor was a
pro-Obrenovitch.

At Kragujevatz I fell right into the Karageorgevitch party. That I
met them in strength in Kragujevatz is now a matter of interest. At
the time I little dreamed that from this straggling big village--it
could hardly be called a town--would emanate bombs that would set
Europe on fire.

The Royal Arsenal is at Kragujevatz, and when I was there in 1902
the place was certainly a centre of disaffection. It was here that I
was told outright that Alexander must either divorce Draga--or go.
What was to follow was uncertain. They wished, if possible, to avoid
a revolution. I was even begged to work a propaganda in favour of
Petar Karageorgevitch in England. Above all to write to The Times,
and my informants said they trusted to my honour not to betray their
names.

Had I pursued the subject I have now little doubt that I might have
learnt much more and even have got in touch with the leaders of the
movement--if indeed I had not already fallen into their hands! But
it was my first contact with a plot of any kind and I instinctively
recoiled from having anything to do with it. It is almost impossible
for those who have led a peaceful life to realize that real human
blood is going to be shed. The thing sounded more like melodrama
than real life. But it was definitely stated that "something was
going to happen" and that I should watch the papers and see at no
distant date.

My new acquaintances were vexed that I should have$ been so harassed
in the early stages of my journey, but oddly enough ascribed it not
to the folly of their own officials, but to the fact that the
British Consul had not given me letters of introduction!  "If your
own Consul will not guarantee you, of course it seems suspicious!"

This remark alone is enough to show the abyss that separated Serbia
from West Europe. Politics in the Near East are an obsession--a
nervous disease which may end in acute dementia and homicidal mania.

Having decided to confide in me, folk then began pouring out
disgusting tales about Queen Draga. So disgusting that I soon cut
all tales short so soon as her name occurred. Nor is it now
necessary to rake up old muck-heaps. One point though is of
interest. Among many races all over the world there is a widespread
belief that sexual immorality, whether in the form of adultery or
incest will inevitably entail most serious consequences not only
upon the guilty parties, but upon the community as a whole, and even
menace the existence of a whole people. Thebes, for example,
suffered blight and pestilence owing to the incest of Oedipus. I
found it widely believed in Serbia that before marrying Alexander,
Draga had been his father's mistress and was told emphatically that
the marriage must bring a curse. Serbia could never flourish while
she was on the throne. It is highly probable that though the
subsequent murders were arranged and carried out for a definite
political purpose by an organized gang, they were acquiesced in by
the ignorant mass for the above reason--a genuine belief that there
was a curse on the land that would be removed only by Draga's death.

The country, I was told, was in a terrible state. None of the
officers had been paid for six months. Draga, it was said, took all
the money to buy diamonds. The wretched woman's little collection of
jewellery which was sold at Christie's after her death, proved,
however, the falsity of this tale. But it doubtless accounted partly
for the unbridled ferocity with which the military gang fell upon
her.

That there was not enough money to pay them seemed to me not
surprising, for the land swarmed with officers. I was told that in
proportion to its size there were more officers in Serbia than in
Germany and noted in my diary at the time "the whole land seems
eaten out of house and home with officers who seem to have nothing
on earth to do but play cards. It is a great pity for the country.
As soon as the peasants learn a little I expect they will turn
Socialist." An army is an expensive luxury and "Satan finds some
mischief still for idle hands to do" is a true saying. Serbia has
paid dearly for the lot of swankers, clad in most unnecessarily
expensive uniforms, whom I saw gambling in the cafes from morning
till night.

All these points are noteworthy in the light of the present. One
other may yet strongly influence the future of the Serb race. That
is their religious fanaticism, which then surprised me. It was not
astonishing that the Serbs hated Islam, but that they should
fiercely hate every other Christian Church I did not expect.

It is but one more instance of the fact that it was largely to the
fanaticism of the Orthodox Church that the Balkan people owed their
conquest by the Turks. Evidence enough there is to show that when
their fate was in the balance the Orthodox of the Balkans regarded
the Turk as a lesser evil than the Pope. Even in 1902, though a few
mosques were still permitted to exist, no Catholic Church was
tolerated save that attached to one of the Legations over which, of
course, the Serb Government had no control. Most of the foreign
women I met, who had married Serbs, told me frankly that for the
sake of peace they had had to join the Orthodox Church; "you cannot
live here unless you do."

The American missionaries who have done so much for Bulgaria and
were permitted to work freely under the tolerant Turk, were only
allowed to travel through Serbia on condition they held no services.

I was astonished at the intense bitterness with which the ex-Queen
Natalie's conversion to Rome was spoken of. As the poor woman had
led a wretched life in Serbia and had left it for ever, her religion
could be no concern whatever now of the Serbs. But it seemed to be
considered on all sides as an insult to the nation.

Nor was it, so far as I could see, because the people were devout
believers--the upper classes certainly did not appear to be--but
because the Church was Serbian, and represented a frenzied and
intolerant Nationalism. To such an extent was this carried out that
a Catholic Albanian, of whom I subsequently saw a good deal, had to
add "itch" to the end of his name and conform to the Orthodox Church
outwardly in order to obtain leave to open a shop in Belgrade.

That frenzied Nationalism and not religion is at the base of this
intolerance is further proved by hatred of the Serb for the
Bulgarian Church, which on all points of dogma and doctrine and in
its services is precisely the same as that of the Serbs.

And this same frenzied Nationalism, if persisted in, may yet lead to
Serbia's undoing.

On looking back I see that my tour in Serbia was a turning point in
my Balkan studies. Till then the Balkans had been a happy hunting
ground filled by picturesque and amusing people, in which to collect
tales, sketch and forget home miseries for a time in a quite new
world.

I left Serbia with very mixed feelings. Much of the tour I had
enjoyed. After the police difficulties of the beginning I had met
with great hospitality and much kindness and it is always a pleasure
to penetrate an unknown land, ride through great forests and see the
new view open at the top of the pass. When the Belgrade police
visaed my passport for the last time they bade me a friendly
farewell. But I was severely disillusioned as to Great Serbia.
Instead of brethren pining to be united, I had found a mass of dark
intrigue--darker than I then knew--envy, hatred and all
uncharitableness. No love was lost between Serb and Montenegrin.
Alexander was to divorce his wife or go. "Something" would happen
soon. And I knew that if Prince Mirko really aspired to the throne
of Serbia he would be disappointed--no matter which way the cat
hopped.

The Balkans were in future to be to me a Sphinx--an asker of
ceaseless riddles each of which led to one yet more complicated;
riddles which it took long to solve.

The riddle of my strange reception in Serbia was not explained until
four years afterwards. And the tale fits in rightly here.

It was Militchevitch who told me--he who had signed my passport in
the spring of 1902. I did not see him again till 1907. "I have been
reading your book," he said. "I wondered if you had noticed what
happened. I see you did at once."

"Noticed what!" I asked.

"That from the time you left Pirot you were differently treated." He
laughed. "Now it is all over long ago you may as well know. You have
no idea the excitement you caused. The Serbian Government spent a
small fortune in cypher telegrams about you." And he told this
astonishing tale: Among the banished members of the Karageorgevitch
family was a certain woman who came to England and studied at an
English college. She wore her hair short. When therefore I arrived
at Belgrade, as ignorant as any babe of the dark undercurrent of
politics, the Serbian police at once leapt to the conclusion that I
was the lady in question come on a political errand. My passport
bothered them as they could find no flaw in it. It was arranged to
keep me under supervision and Militchevitch was at once telegraphed
to. What did he know about the so-called Englishwoman whose passport
he had signed? He could only reply "Nothing." Followed an angry
telegram asking what business he had to sign the passports of people
of whom he knew nothing, and that in fact he had let one of the
Karageorgevitch gang get into the country, who was about to be
arrested. Much alarmed, he replied that he was under the impression
I was certainly English, and that it would be rash in the highest
degree to arrest me without further evidence. They then did all they
could to prevent my tour, short of forbidding it. My imperturbable
persistence thwarted them. Telegrams flew backwards and forwards.
London to Belgrade, Belgrade to London. Militchevitch was ordered to
make enquiries about me of the police, who knew nothing at all about
me, which surprised him. He ascertained, however, that persons of my
name actually lived at the address I had given and were locally of
good repute. He implored that my arrest--which was imminent--should
be delayed lest international complications ensued. Why the Serb
authorities did not impart their doubts to the British Consulate in
Belgrade must remain a Balkan mystery. Instead of doing so the Serb
police replied, "We are having her followed everywhere. The names of
all she speaks to are noted. She goes everywhere. She talks to any
one who will talk to her. She draws all kinds of things for what
purpose we cannot ascertain. She speaks Serbian very badly, but it
is evident she does so on purpose and that she understands
everything." My arrest was almost decided on, when some one had a
brilliant idea. A photograph of the suspected Serbian lady was
somehow obtained in England and Militchevitch was then able to swear
that it had no resemblance to the Englishwoman whose passport he had
signed. Serbia was saved--that time! I was then in Pirot. Orders at
once flew over the country that the treatment should be at once
reversed and that the unpleasant impression that had been produced
should be, as far as possible, obliterated.

The episode gives a clear idea of the state of nervous tension that
existed.

The sublime folly of the Serbian police consisted in thinking that
if I were really an agent of Prince Mirko, bringing messages and
intending to take them on to Sofia I should have been such a fool as
to tell every one I met that I had just come from Cetinje. But
perhaps they judged others by themselves. The semi-oriental mind is
born to suspicion and can conceive of no straightforward action. In
truth "DORA" hails from the Near East. Is not her very name of Greek
origin?

To me it was a useful experience for it hardened me to being
"shadowed," and I bore it serenely ever afterwards. So much so in
fact that when in 1915 at Marseilles I was twice cross-examined by
the French Intelligence Officers and three times and very minutely,
by the English ones, I thought it funny, which surprised them. They
would have been still more surprised had I told them that they
reminded me of the police of Belgrade, and asked them why they were
called "Intelligence."

Their efforts were as vain as those of their Serb forerunners and
for the same reason. I had no plots to reveal.




CHAPTER FIVE.

WHAT WAS BEHIND IT ALL

It is a strange Desire to seeke Power and to lose Libertie. . . .
The standing is slippery, and the Regresse is either a Downefall, or
at least an Eclipse. Which is a Melancholy Thing.--BACON.

I went to Serbia as a tourist, but, thanks to the misdirected energy
of the Serb police, was made aware for the first time of the unseen
forces which were at work in the Balkans. What these forces were we
must now consider. Since the end of the seventeenth century Russia
and Austria had competed for expansion into the Balkans. Each had
gone to war nominally, "to free Christians from the Turkish yoke,"
but actually in order to annex these populations themselves. Each,
by promoting risings in Turkish territory and by financing rival
Balkan sovereigns, had silently and ceaselessly worked towards the
same goal.

In the great game Montenegro, as we have seen, hall been Russia's
pawn since the days when Peter the Great sent his Envoy to Vladika
Danilo. Montenegro had become Russia's outpost in the West. Russia
was Montenegro's God--and her paymaster. "The dog barks for him that
feeds him!" says an Albanian proverb. Montenegro barked, and bit
too, at Russia's behest.

Serbia throughout the nineteenth century was rent by the ceaseless
blood-feud between the Karageorgevitches and the Obrenovitches, a
history bloody as that of the Turkish Sultans, the results of which
are not yet over--one that has so largely influenced the fate of yet
unborn generations that we must understand its outlines in order to
follow modern events.

Serbia, at the end of the eighteenth century, was bitterly
oppressed, not so much by the Turkish Government, as by the
Jannisaries, the insolent and all powerful military organization
which had broken loose from restraint and was now a danger to the
Turkish Empire. The Jannisaries actually elected their own chiefs
and were semi-independent. And of all the Jannisaries of the Empire
none were more opposed to the Sultan than those of Belgrade. Their
commanders called themselves Dahis and aimed at complete government
of the province.

It is a singular fact, and one which should be emphasized, that the
Jannisaries were themselves to a very large extent, of Balkan
origin. Their ancestors had been either forcibly converted or had,
as was not infrequent, voluntarily adopted Islam. The Moslem Serb
was a far greater persecutor of the Christian Serb than was the
Turk. We find that the leading Dahis of Belgrade hailed from Focha
in the Herzegovina.

Sultan Selim in, terrified of the growing power of these
Jannisaries, sided with his Christian subjects, sent troops against
them, and forcibly evicted them from Belgrade. A Turkish Pasha,
Hadji Mustafa, was appointed as Governor, whose rule was so just and
beneficent that the land was soon at peace and the grateful Serbs
called him "Srpska Majka"--the Serbian Mother.

But the Jannisaries had retired only as far as Widin which was
commanded by the brigand leader Pasvanoglu, whose savage hordes were
devastating the country-side in defiance of the Government. Together
they attacked the Serbs. Hadji Mustafa, true to his trust, organized
the Serbs to resist. The Serbs were now by no means untrained to
war, for many had served in the Austrian Army during the late
campaigns against the Turks. But the spectacle of a Turkish Pasha
inciting Christian rayah against an army of Moslems aroused the
wrath of the Faithful throughout the Empire. They demanded the
deposition of Hadji Mustafa and the re-admission of the Jannisaries
to Belgrade. The Sultan was unable to resist and the Jannisaries
returned. Thirsting to avenge the humiliation of their forced
retirement they assassinated Hadji Mustafa, seized power, and to
prevent a further Serb rising, fell upon the Serb villages and
murdered numbers of the headmen. By so doing they precipitated what
they wished to prevent.

The Serbs rose in mass and called Karageorge, grandfather of the
present King Peter of Serbia, to be their leader. He refused at
first, saying that his violent temper would cause him to kill
without taking council first. But he was told that the times called
for violence. Born of peasant stock about 1765, his upbringing was
crudely savage; his ferocity was shown from the first.

In 1787 a panic seized the peasants when an Austrian attack upon the
Turks was expected. To save themselves and their flocks from the
approaching Turkish army they fled in crowds, hurrying to cross the
Save and finding safety in Austria. George's father was very
reluctant to go, and on reaching the river would not cross it.
George, in a blind fury, refusing either to stay himself and make
terms with the Turks, or to leave his father behind, snatched the
pistol from his sash and shot the old man down. Then, shouting to a
comrade to give his father a death-blow, for he was still writhing,
George hurried on, leaving behind him a few cattle to pay for the
burial and the funeral feast.

On his return later to Serbia he took to the mountains for some time
as a heyduk or brigand.

Such was the man called on to lead the Serbs. Rough and completely
uneducated, he yet possessed that strange power of influencing men
which constitutes a born leader. His practice as a heyduk and a
natural capacity for strategy enabled him for long to wage
successful guerrilla warfare, which baffled the Turks. The dense
forests and the roadless mountains were natural fortresses of which
he made full use.

Alternating with astonishing outbursts of energy and ferocity, were
periods of sullen silence during which he sat for days without
speaking, gnawing his nails. That there was a strain of insanity in
his genius appears certain--an insanity which has reappeared in his
great-grandson and namesake who, subject to similar fits of loss of
control, used to terrorise the populace by galloping furiously
through village streets, and was finally forced to abdicate his
right to the throne in March 1909, after the brutal murder of his
valet. A case worth the study of students of heredity.

A contemporary of old Karageorge thus describes him:

"His bold forehead bound with a tress of black hair gave him a look
rather Asiatic than European. . . . This man was one of the bold
creations of wild countries and troublous times--beings of impetuous
courage, iron strength, original talent and doubtful morality."

The might of his personality overcame all obstacles. He appealed to
Russia for aid, and a Russian Minister was sent to Serbia along with
money and men. He freed and ruled over a large tract of land. But
his rule was not much milder than that of the Jannisaries, and his
harsh tyranny made him many enemies. When his wrath was once aroused
it was unrestrainable, and he struck down and killed many of his own
followers. Discontent arose and spread.

The Serbs divided into many parties, each with rival leaders.
Russia, who had supported Karageorge, was now herself engaged in a
life and death struggle with Napoleon. The Russian regiment which
had been quartered at Belgrade, left the country. The turn of the
Turks had now come. They attacked the Serbs in force. With no aid
from without to be hoped for, the country was in greater danger than
ever. But even common danger, as history has again and again shown,
does not suffice to cure that fatal Slav weakness--the tendency to
split into rival parties led by jealous chieftains. There was no
union among the Serb forces now, at the very hour when it was most
needed. And for some never explained reason Karageorge failed to
appear.

His Voyvodas struggled with the foe and were beaten back and
suddenly, in October 1813, Karageorge, the chosen leader of the
Serbian people, fled into Austria with a few followers, without even
having struck a blow.

This tragic and most fatal failure was due in all probability, to a
mental collapse to which his unstable and unbalanced nature would be
peculiarly liable.

The Austrians promptly interned both him and his men in fortresses,
but released them at the intercession of Russia, and they retired
into Bessarabia.

Meanwhile, his place was taken by Milosh Obrenovitch, also a
peasant, who led the Serb rising of 1815 with such success that he
was recognized as ruler, under Turkish suzerainty, of a considerable
territory. And as a ruler, moreover, with hereditary rights.

It is said that Russia never forgave the Obrenovitches that they
were appointed by the Sultan and not by herself. Scarcely was Milosh
well established when Karageorge returned from his long absence.

The break-up of the Turkish Empire had begun. The Greeks were in a
ferment. Russia supported them. The Hetairia had been formed and a
plan was afoot for a great simultaneous rising of Greeks and Serbs
and Roumanians. Karageorge was to be one of its leaders.

But Milosh was in power, id did not mean to relinquish it. And he
dreamed already of wide empire. He examined the question with
sangfroid and decided that if the Greek revolution succeeded in its
hopes, an Empire would be reborn in the East which would regard
Serbia as its province and might be more dangerous than the Turk.
Did not the Greeks, in the fourteenth century, call the Turks to
Europe to fight the "Tsar of Macedonia who loves Christ?" Milosh
remained faithful to the Turk, saying "Let us remain in Turkey and
profit by her mistakes." He suppressed all pro-Greek action,
executed twenty pro-Greek conspirators, and exposed their bodies at
the roadside, and--in an evil hour for Serbia--had Karageorge
assassinated and sent his head to the Pasha.

From that day onward the feud between the two houses raged with ever
increasing fury. Until to-day every ruler of Serbia has been either
exiled, murdered, or has had his life attempted.

"Family tradition comes first" says Vladan Georgevitch. "All the
families of Serbia have, from the beginning, been followers of
either the Karageorgevitches or the Obrenovitches." As time went on,
the Obrenovitches became the choice of Austria, while Russia
supported the Karageorges, and the puppets jigged as the Great
Powers pulled the wires.

Milosh's subjects revolted against his intolerable tyranny and
exiled him in 1839. His son Michel succeeded him, a cultivated man
who strove to introduce Austrian educational methods. He was evicted
in 1842, and the Karageorges again swung into power. Alexander,
father of King Petar, was put on the throne, only in his turn to be
chased out in 1858. And old Milosh came back and died in 1860
--fortunately for himself perhaps--for he was the same old Milosh,
and his renewed tyranny was again provoking wrath.

Serbia had now come to a parting of the ways. There was a Prince of
either line, and each had already occupied the throne. Michel
Obrenovitch was re-elected. All agree that he was the most
enlightened Prince that had as yet occupied the throne, but the
blood of old Black George was unavenged, and Michel paid the
penalty. He and his cousin, Madame Constantinovitch, and his
aide-de-camp were all assassinated on June 10, 1868, in the Park
near Belgrade. So set were the murderers on fulfilling their task
that they hacked their victim's body with forty wounds. The
complicity of Alexander Karageorgevitch and his son Petar--now King
--was proved. The plot was engineered by means of Alexander's
lawyer, Radovanovitch. The Shkupstina hastily summoned demanded the
extradition of the two Karageorgevitches of Austria, whither they
had fled, and failing to obtain it outlawed them and all their house
for ever and ever, and declared their property forfeit to the State.
Fifteen accomplices arrested in Serbia were found guilty and
executed with a barbarity which roused European indignation. We can
scarcely doubt what would have been the fate of the two principals
had they fallen into Serb hands. The grotesque fact remains that it
is to Austria that King Petar owes not only his crown, but his life!

It was an odd fate that thirty years afterwards gave me an
introduction to a relative of one of the conspirators, and almost
caused a fight to take place over me at Kraljevo.

The Karageorgevitches having been exiled by the unanimous vote of
the Shkupstina for ever--till next time--Milan, cousin of the
murdered Michel, succeeded him on the throne at the age of fourteen.
And there was a Regency till 1872.

Milan was a handsome dashing fellow with not too much brain--a
typical, boastful, immoral Serb officer.

As a result of the Russo-Turkish War of 1877, in which, however, he
displayed little military skill, Serbia was raised from a
principality to a Kingdom.

Russia at this time showed little or no interest in Serbia. She was
devoting all her energy and diplomacy to the creation of a big
Bulgaria, which should ultimately serve her as a land-bridge to the
coveted Constantinople. She had no use then for Serbia, and was no
friend of the Obrenovitches, and in the Treaty of San Stefano dealt
so scurvily by Serbia that Prince Milan opposed the Treaty and said
he would defend Nish against Russian troops if necessary.

At the Berlin Congress, Milan called for and obtained a good deal
more land than Russia had allotted him--territory which was, in
fact, Bulgar and Albanian. He, moreover, made a Convention with
Austria by which the frontiers and dynasty of Serbia were
guaranteed. One of those many "scraps of paper" which fill the
World's Waste Paper Basket.

It was now plain that Milan, if allowed to gain more power, would be
an obstacle to Pan-slavism in the Balkans.

The claims of the disinherited and exiled Petar Karageorgevitch
began to be talked of. Nikola Pashitch, hereafter to be connected
with a long series of crimes, now appears on the scenes. Of
Macedonian origin, he soon became one of Russia's tools, and was
leader of the so-called Radical party, though "pro-Russian"  would
be a more descriptive title. It was "radical" only in the sense that
it was bent on rooting up any that opposed it. Things began to move.
In 1883 Prince Nikola married his daughter to Petar Karageorgevitch,
and that same year a revolt in favour of Petar broke out at the
garrison town of Zaitshar. Oddly enough it was at Zaitshar in 1902
that I was most pestered by the officers to declare whom I thought
should ascend the Serbian throne should Alexander die childless. By
that time I was wary and put them off by saying "The Prince of
Wales!"

I have often wondered how many of those suspicious and swaggering
officers were among those who next year flung the yet palpitating
bodies of Alexander and Draga from the Konak windows while the
Russian Minister looked on.

The revolt of 1883 was quickly crushed and Pashitch, along with some
other conspirators, fled into Bulgaria for protection. Others were
arrested in Serbia and executed. The pro-Russian movement was
checked for a time.

Pashitch owed his life to Bulgaria, and not on this occasion only.
His subsequent conduct to that land has not been marked with
gratitude.




CHAPTER SIX.

THE GREAT SERBIAN IDEA

"Oh what a tangled web we weave,
 When first we practice to deceive."--SCOTT.

The Great Serbian Idea--the scheme for the reconstruction of Tsar
Dushan's mediaeval Empire--now began to sprout and germinate. In
truth that Empire had been constructed by Dushan by means of
mercenary armies, partly German, by aid of which he temporarily
subdued Bosnians, Albanians, Bulgars and Greeks. And he paid those
armies by means of the silver mines, worked largely by Italians.
Great Serbia was an incoherent mass of different and hostile races,
and it broke to pieces immediately on his death. But five centuries
of Turkish rule in no way modified the hate which one Balkan race
bore for another. Each, on gaining freedom, had but one idea--to
overthrow and rule the other. Milosh Obrenovitch had already begun
to toy with the Great Serbian Idea when he refused to support the
Greeks in their struggle for freedom. The success of the wars of
1876-77 raised fresh ambitions.

But now there were two possible heads for Great Serbia--Milan
Obrenovitch, who had been raised to kingship, and who owed his
position to Austria; and Nikola Petrovitch, recognized as Prince of
an independent land, and "the only friend" of the Tsar of All the
Russias. The bitter rivalry, not yet extinct, between the two
branches of the Serb race--Serbia and Montenegro--now began.

One thing the Serb people have never forgotten and that is that in
Dushan's reign Bulgaria was Serbia's vassal. The reconstruction
simultaneously of Big Bulgaria and Great Serbia is impossible. And
neither race has as yet admitted that a middle course is the safest.

The Zaitshar affair had shown King Milan pretty clearly that the
blood of the murdered Karageorge still howled for vengeance. His
position was further complicated by the fact that his beautiful
Russian wife, Natalie, was an ardent supporter of the plans of her
Fatherland.

He made a bold bid for popularity. Filled with exaggerated ideas of
his own prowess, and flushed by victories over the Turks, he rushed
to begin reconstructing Great Serbia by attacking Bulgaria, which,
though newly formed, had already shown signs of consolidating and
becoming a stumbling block in Serbia's path to glory. The
declaration of war was immensely popular. Had Milan succeeded, the
fate of the Obrenovitches might have been very different. But he and
his army were so badly beaten that only swift intervention by
Austria saved Serbia from destruction.

Pashitch, it should be noted, remained in Bulgaria during this war,
and in fact owed his life to that country which he has since done so
much to ruin.

The pieces on the Balkan chessboard then stood thus: A Serbia which
was the most bitter enemy of Bulgaria and whose King was
Austrophile.

A violently pro-Russian Montenegro, filled with contempt for the
beaten Serbs, and ruled by a Prince who regarded himself confidently
as the God-appointed restorer of Great Serbia, and who was openly
supporting his new son-in-law, the rival claimant to the Serb
throne.

The throne of Serbia, never too stable, now rocked badly. King Milan
declared that Pan-Slavism was the enemy of Serbia and he was
certainly right. For in those days it would have simply meant
complete domination by Russia--the great predatory power whose maw
has never yet been filled.

He pardoned Pashitch, thinking possibly it was better to come to
terms with him than to have him plotting in an enemy country,
Pashitch returned as head of the Radical party and Serbia became a
hot-bed of foul and unscrupulous intrigue into which we need not dig
now.

Between the partisans of Russia and Austria, Serbia was nearly torn
in half. After incessant quarrels with his Russian wife, Milan in
1888 divorced her--more or less irregularly--and in the following
year threw up the game and abdicated in favour of his only
legitimate child, the ill-fated Alexander who was then but fourteen.

Torn this way and that by his parents' quarrels, brought up in the
notoriously corrupt court of Belgrade and by nature, according to
the accounts of those who knew him, of but poor mental calibre,
Alexander is, perhaps, to be as much pitied as blamed. His nerves,
so Mr. Chedo Miyatovitch told me, never recovered from the shock of
a boating accident when young. He was the last and decadent scion of
the Obrenovitches and was marked down from his accession.

Vladan Georgevitch, who was Prime Minister of Serbia from 1897 till
1900, in his book The End of a Dynasty, throws much light on the
events that led up to the final catastrophe. It is highly
significant that after its publication he was sentenced to six
months' imprisonment, not for libel or false statements, but "on a
charge of having acted injuriously to Serbia by publishing State
secrets." His account is therefore in all probability correct. He
begins by relating Prince Alexander's visit to Montenegro shortly
after the termination of the Regency. Here the astute Prince Nikola
tried to persuade him to marry Princess Xenia. Princess Zorka was
dead; Prince Nikola had quarrelled rather badly with his son-in-law,
Petar Karageorgevitch, and, it would appear, meant to lose no chance
of obtaining a matrimonial alliance with any and every possible
claimant to the Serbian throne. Alexander would not consent to the
match, and stated that his object in visiting Montenegro was to
bring about a political alliance between that country and Serbia in
order to defend Serb schools and churches in Turkish territory and
generally protect Serb interests. This Nikola refused unless the
said lands were definitely partitioned into "spheres of interest"
and Prizren were included in his own. He was already determined to
occupy the throne of Stefan Dushan. The two ministers who
accompanied Alexander supported this claim. "I tell you," says
Alexander, "these two men when with me at Cetinje acted not as
Ministers of mine, but as Ministers of the Prince of Montenegro." He
denounced such a division of the territory and the negotiations
broke off. The visit to Montenegro was a failure.

Some years afterwards in Montenegro I was told triumphantly that the
match would not have been at all suitable for Princess Xenia and
that her father had refused it on the grounds that "no King of
Serbia has yet died except by murder, or in exile." But the death of
Alexander was then already planned--though I of course did not know
it--and Alexander's version of the affair is more probably correct.

In 1897 the nets began to close round the wretched youth. Russia
made up her long quarrel with Bulgaria and enlisted a new foe to the
Obrenovitches--Prince Ferdinand. She had long refused to recognize
this astute and capable Prince who was rapidly raising Bulgaria to
an important position in the Balkans, and now decided to make use of
him. The benefits might be mutual, for without Russian support
Ferdinand could not hope to reconstruct the Big Bulgaria of the
Middle Ages. Russia cynically used either Bulgaria or Serbia as best
suited her purpose at the moment. In August of the same year Russia
further strengthened her position by her alliance with France, who
at once obediently ranged herself against the Obrenovitches.

In the following October, Alexander appointed Vladan Georgevitch
Prime Minister, and bade him form a Government. The merits or
demerits of this Government we need not trouble about. What is of
interest is that it was at once attacked by the French Press. The
Temps accused Vladan of secret understandings with Goluchowsky and
Kallay, before forming it. The Courier de Soir thought that "such a
policy is the result of the Triple Alliance and is an offence to the
balance of Europe." Serbia apparently was to be used as the
determining weight on the European scales. La Souverainte went
farther and said boldly: "The moment has come when Tsar Nicholas
should show the same firmness of character as his father showed to
the Battenburg and Coburg in Bulgaria!" The Nova Vremya declared
"that the new Government clearly meant to bring Serbia into economic
dependence on Austria-Hungary."

And most of the newspapers of Europe announced the fact that the
Tsar had granted an audience to Prince Petar Karageorgevitch and had
conversed with him on the critical state of Serbia. Vladan then
recommended to Alexander the rash plan of inviting General von der
Golte to xmdertake the reform of the Serb Army as he had done that
of Turkey. The plan pleased von der Goltz, but was dropped in
consequence of the violent anti-Serb campaign which it aroused in
the French Press. The Serb Minister in Paris, Garashanin, tried to
buy some of the French papers, but had to report to his Government
that this was impossible so long as Serbia was hostile to Russia.

France was paying the Russian piper--but it was the piper that
called the tune. The Russo-French policy of ringing in the Central
Powers was already aimed at.

The wretched Alexander, not knowing whom to trust, nor where to
turn, then begged his exiled father to return from Austria and take
command of the army. Milan did so and Russia was more than ever
furious.

Warnings were now frequently received that Russia was planning the
deaths of both Milan and Alexander. One such warning was sent by the
Berlin Foreign Office.

In May 1898 Nikola Pashitch, who had been working an
anti-Obrenovitch propaganda in Bulgaria, was again in Serbia, and
led the Radical party in the general elections. The Government,
however, won by a large majority.

His work in Bulgaria seems to have been effective for in June the
Serb Minister to Sofia sent in a very important report to his
Government:

1. That Russia was determined that Milan should leave Serbia.

2. That Prince Ferdinand was willing to support Russia in this way
by any means--even bad ones.

3. That the Princes of Montenegro and Bulgaria were co-operating.

Shortly afterwards Ferdinand of Bulgaria, Nikola of Montenegro, the
Russian Minister and the Bulgarian diplomatic agent to Cetinje all
met at Abbazia. And Ferdinand is reported to have promised Nikola
the support of his army to overthrow the Obrenovitches with a view
to finally uniting Montenegro, Serbia, Bosnia and the Herzegovina
into one state with Nikola as head. Nikola began to sow the ground
by starting a newspaper which attacked Austrian policy in Bosnia
severely.

This is a most important turning point in Balkan history, and we
shall see many results.

Mr. J. D. Bourchier, whose knowledge of Bulgarian affairs is
unrivalled, has further told me that not only did Montenegro and
Bulgaria work together for a long while, but Bulgaria also supplied
Montenegro with much money--she was, in fact, another of the many
States who have put money into Montenegro--and lost it.

Things soon began to move. Prince Nikola got in touch with the
Radical party in Serbia and they began to prepare the downfall of
the Obrenovitches.

Bulgaria refortified her Serbian frontier. The Narodni Listy of
Prague described Prince Nikola as the only true Serb upon a throne.

King Alexander proposed at this time to visit Queen Victoria, but
was informed by Lord Salisbury that Her Majesty's health had already
obliged her to decline other visits and she was therefore unable to
receive him.

The Serb Government then complained that Queen Victoria had
conferred a high Order on Prince Nikola, who was but a vassal of
Russia, and had given nothing to the King of Serbia. Some papers
even declared she had shown preference to Nikola precisely on
account of his pro-Russian tendencies.

Russia showed her feelings plainly. The Tsar at a reception spoke
sharply to the Serbian Minister and ignored the new Serbian military
attache who had come to be presented.

Tension between Serbia and Montenegro was now acute. Large numbers
of Montenegrins had been emigrating into Serbia attracted by the
better livelihood to be obtained. The Serb Government in October
1898 formally notified Montenegro that this immigration must cease.
No more land was available for Montenegrins.

The Magyar Orsyagu went so far as to say "Montenegrin agents wander
over Serbia with their propaganda and Serbia has therefore forbidden
the further settlement of Montenegrins in Serbia." Pashitch again
came to the fore and was sentenced to nine months' imprisonment for
publishing an offensive letter to the ex-King Milan. And in November
a plot, alleged to be Bulgaro-Montenegrin, against Milan, was
discovered.

Russia was furious that Milan, in spite of these warnings, remained
in Serbia.

And in July 1899 he was fired at and slightly wounded. Milan
insisted on martial law being proclaimed and many arrests were made.
The would-be assassin was a young Bosnian--Knezhevitch. The Times
spoke of the conspiracy as a Russo-Bulgarian one. It is stated to
have been planned in Bucarest by Arsene Karageorgevitch and a
Russian agent.

Pashitch, who since 1888 had been in close connection with the
Karageorges, was accused of complicity and Milan insisted on his
execution. His guilt was by no means proved and he was finally
sentenced to five years' imprisonment, but at once pardoned by
Alexander. In reply he telegraphed, "I hasten in a moment so happy
and so solemn for my family, to lay before your Majesty my sincere
and humble gratitude for the very great mercy which you, Sire, have
shown me from the height of your throne. I declare to you, Sire,
that I will, in future . . . give my whole soul to strengthening
that order in the State which your Majesty introduced in 1897, from
which, thanks to your distinguished father, King Milan, as
commander-in-Chief of the Army, the country has derived so much
benefit." He further promised to put the remainder of his life to
the exclusive service of King Alexander and his country, and ends
with, "Long live the hope of the Serb nation, your Majesty our Lord
and King Alexander!" signed, "The most sincere and devoted servant
of the House of Obrenovitch and the throne of your Majesty, Nikola
Pashitch." This amazing telegram caused consternation in Russia. And
well it might. The annals of crime scarcely contain a more gross
example of perjury.

We now enter upon the last act of the sordid drama. For several
years Alexander had kept a mistress, Madame Draga Maschin, nee
Lungevitza, the widow of a Serbian officer. She was a handsome
woman, considerably older than Alexander, and possessed such a hold
over him that the more credulous of the Serbs--including an
ex-Minister to the Court at St. James's--believed that she had
bewitched him by means of a spell made by a gypsy woman who had
chopped some of Draga's hair fine and made a mixture which she put
into Alexander's food. Only by magic, I have been assured, could
such results have been obtained. Alexander "was crazy about her."

The Serbs are not particular about morals by any means. But this
liaison was a national misfortune Especially to all supporters of
the Obrenovitches. Not only under these circumstances could there be
no legitimate heir to the throne but a matrimonial alliance with one
of the Great Powers was desired by the country. By 1899 the
situation had become acute. The spectacle of Alexander waiting in
the street till Draga chose to admit him was a national scandal.

He was repeatedly approached on the subject, both by his father and
the nation, but Draga held him in a firm grip. Enmeshed as he knew
he was in hostile intrigues, surrounded by spies and traitors, and
himself a fool at best, maybe the luckless youth regarded her indeed
as the one human creature for whom he had any affection or trust. Be
that as it may Alexander, under her influence, promised his father
and Vladan Georgevitch that he would marry if a suitable match could
be arranged. He persuaded them to leave the country to visit a
foreign Court with this object, and so soon as they had gone he
publicly and formally announced his betrothal to Draga, and informed
his father of the fact by letter. Milan, horrified, replied that the
dynasty would not survive the blow, and that even a mere lieutenant
would scorn such a match.

The Russian Minister Mansurov, however, called at once to offer his
congratulations to Alexander, and called also upon Draga. It has
even been suggested that Russia arranged the affair, and that Draga
was her tool. This is, however, improbable. It was more likely the
achievement of an ambitious and most foolish woman. But that Russia
jumped at it as the very best means of compassing Alexander's ruin
cannot be doubted, for no less a person than the Tsar accepted the
post of Kum (Godfather) at the wedding, thus publicly announcing his
approval of the marriage at which he was represented by a proxy,
when it was celebrated at Belgrade shortly afterwards. Alexander
never saw either of his parents again. Milan resigned the command of
the army and retired to Austria and his stormy and variegated career
came to an end in the following year. He was only forty-seven at the
time of his death, but had compressed into those years an amount of
adventure unusual even in the Balkans.

Alexander's marriage, as doubtless foreseen by Russia, soon proved
disastrous. Draga, having achieved her ambition and mounted the
throne, showed none of the ability of Theodora. Clever enough to
captivate the feeble-minded Alexander, she was too stupid to realize
that her only chance lay in gaining the popularity of the people who
were none too well disposed. With incredible folly, before in any
way consolidating her position, she formed a plot worthy only of a
second-rate cinematograph, pretended pregnancy and planned to foist
a "supposititious child" upon the nation. A plan, foredoomed by its
folly to failure, which brought down on her the contempt and
ridicule not only of Serbia, but of all Europe. Such was the history
of Serbia up to the date when I plunged into it and found it on the
verge of a crisis.



CHAPTER SEVEN

1903 AND WHAT HAPPENED

For Leagues within a State are ever pernicious to Monarchic.

Early in 1903 I received an invitation to stay with certain of the
partisans of the Karageorgevitches in Serbia. The "something" that
was to happen had not yet come to pass. My sister wished to travel
with me, and my experiences of last year were not such as to lead me
to take her to Serbia. One takes risks without hesitation when
alone, into which one cannot drag a comrade. We went to Montenegro.
It was hot even at Cetinje. We were resting in one of the back
bedrooms of the hotel on the afternoon of June 11, when there came a
loud knocking at the door and the voice of Ivan, the waiter, crying
"telegramme, telegramme." We jumped up at once, fearing bad news,
and Stvane cried excitedly as I opened the door, "The King and Queen
of Serbia are both dead!" My brain re-acted instantly. The
"something" had happened, the crisis had come. Without pausing a
minute to reflect, I said: "Then Petar Karageorgevitch will be
King!"

"No, no," cried Ivan; "Every one says it will be our Prince Mirko!"
"No," said I decidedly, for I was quite certain, "It will not be
Mirko"; and I asked "How did they die?"

"God knows," said he; "some say they quarrelled and one shot the
other and then committed suicide. And it will be Mirko, Gospodjitza.
There was an article in the paper about it only the other day." He
ran off and fetched a paper. I regret now that I took no note what
paper it was, but it certainly contained an article naming Mirko as
heir to the Serb throne, supposing Alexander to die without issue.

Cetinje was excited as never before. Ordinarily, it lived on one
telegram a day from the Correspondenz Bureau. Now the boys ran to
and fro the telegraph office and bulletins poured in. One of the
earliest stated that the King and Queen had died suddenly, cause of
death unknown, but bullet wounds found in the bodies.

Later came full details. According to Belgrade papers a revolution
had been planning for three months and there were secret committees
all over the country; that the decision to slaughter both King and
Queen had been taken by the Corps of Officers at Belgrade, and the
work entrusted to the 6th Infantry Regiment; that the band of
assassins gained access to the Palace at 11 p.m.; and, as the King
refused to open the door of his bedroom, it was blown in by Colonel
Naumovitch with a dynamite cartridge the explosion of which killed
its user.

What followed was a shambles. The bodies of the victims, still
breathing, but riddled with bullets, were pitched from the window.
Draga, fortunately for herself, expired at once. But the luckless
Alexander lingered till 4 a.m.

According to current report the assassins, drunk with wine and
blood, fell on the bodies and defiled them most filthily, even
cutting portions of Draga's skin, which they dried and preserved as
trophies. An officer later showed a friend of mine a bit which he
kept in his pocket book.

Alexander was a degenerate. His removal may have been desirable. But
not even in Dahomey could it have been accomplished with more
repulsive savagery. And the Russian Minister, whose house was
opposite the Konak, calmly watched the events from his window.
Having wreaked their fury on the bodies, the assassins rushed to
kill also Draga's two brothers, one of whom it was rumoured was to
be declared heir to the throne by Alexander. Some seventeen others
were murdered that night and many wounded. These details we learned
later.

The afternoon of the 11th passed with excitement enough. Evening
came and we went in to dinner. Upon each table, in place of the
usual programme of the evening's performance at the theatre, lay a
black edged sheet of paper informing us that the Serbian travelling
company then playing in Cetinje "in consequence of the death of our
beloved Sovereign King Alexander" had closed the theatre till
further notice. The tourist table was occupied solely by my sister
and myself; the diplomatic one solely by Mr. Shipley, who was
temporarily representing England, and Count Bollati, the Italian
Minister. Dinner passed in complete silence. I was aching to have
the opinion of the exalted persons at the other table on the
startling news, but dared not broach so delicate a subject. The end
came however. The servants withdrew and Count Bollati turned to me
and said suddenly:

"Now, Mademoiselle, you know these countries What do you think of
the situation?"

"Petar Karageorgevitch will be made King."

"People here all say it will be Mirko," said Mr. Shipley.

Count Bollati maintained it would be a republic. I told them the
facts I had learned in Serbia, and said that Petar was practically a
certainty. They were both much interested.

"In any case," said Mr. Shipley, "I should advise you to say nothing
about it here. They are all for Mirko and you may get yourself into
trouble."

"I have never seen them so excited," put in the Count.

"You are too late," said I; "I've told them already, Mirko has not a
chance. He had better know the truth. You will see in a few days."

Both gentlemen expressed horror at the crudity of my methods. As a
matter of fact a good deal of international misunderstanding could
be avoided if the truth were always blurted out at once. The Italian
thought I was stark mad. The Englishman, having a sense of humour,
laughed and said, as I well recollect: "Your mission in life seems
to be to tell home truths to the Balkans. It is very good for them.
But I wonder that they put up with it." Both gentlemen commented on
the grim matter-of-factness of the telegrams. "Business carried on
usual during the alterations," said Bollati. His blood was badly
curdled by the fact that when he was in Belgrade he was well
acquainted with Colonel Mashin, the ill-fated Draga's brother-in-law,
who--according to the telegrams--had finished her off with a hatchet.

"And I have shaken hands with him!" said Bollati, disgustedly. Mr.
Shipley suggested that as I had first hand information I had better
write an article or two for the English papers; which I did at once.
"It is an ill wind that blows nobody any good." I had written my
first Balkan book and hawked it unsuccessfully round the publishers,
who told me that as nobody in England took the faintest interest in
the Balkans, they could not take it, though they kindly added that
as travels went it was not so bad. But the assassination of a King
appealed at once to the great heart of the British people and I sold
that book as an immediate result. This, by the way.

I came down early next morning to post the articles written
overnight, and found a whole crowd of officers and intelligentsia
(for in no land are these necessarily the same) around the hotel
door. Vuko Vuletitch, the hotelier, in his green, red-embroidered
coat, was haranguing them from the doorstep with the latest telegram
in his hand. Loud and lively discussion filled the air.

Vuko waved his hand as I approached. "Here," he said, "is the
Gospodjitza who says Petar Karageorgevitch will be King." I repeated
my belief cheerfully: "Your man is elected!" cried Vuko, holding up
the telegram. The news had arrived. Mirko's hopes were hopelessly
dashed. The accuracy of my information caused a small sensation and
I acquired a great reputation for political knowledge. Vuko never
failed to ask me in future what I made of the situation.

It was the morning of the 12th when this news came in. Officially,
Petar was not elected till the 15th, and then not by a really legal
method. The military gang having chosen him, summoned a Parliament
which had already been legally dissolved and was therefore
non-existent, and caused it to ratify the choice. Whence it has been
maintained by many that King Petar never was legally elected.

The 12th, 13th, and 14th passed quietly, though there was a certain
air of disappointment. More details came in. Murder is bound to be
unlovely. This one was peculiarly so. One fact was prominent. And
that was that although many persons expressed horror of the methods
and condemned the treachery of officers who had sworn fealty, yet
Cetinje as a whole regarded the affair as a blessing. Not only was
the populace pleased, but, with childish ignorance of the Western
point of view (and at that time West Europe was really very fairly
civilized), actually expected Europe to rejoice with them. It was a
cleansing of the Temple; a casting out of abominations.

And so ready was every one with a candidate for the throne that it
was impossible not to suspect that there had been foreknowledge of
the event.

Subsequent enquiry through persons connected with the post office
revealed to me the fact that a most unusual amount of cypher
telegrams had been buzzing between Belgrade and Cetinje immediately
before the bloody climax.

Petar Karageorgevitch, we learnt by telegram, was dwelling in a
"modest apartment" in Geneva, and was quite unable to furnish
journalists with any information. The Paris Havas found Bozhidar
Karageorgevitch more communicative and published an interview in
which he pleasantly stated that the event had caused him no surprise
as he had foreseen it ever since the marriage with Draga.

On the 14th I drove down to Cattaro with my sister to see her off by
steamer. Cattaro, as usual in the summer, lay panting at the water's
edge. No more news; any amount of gossip; the Petrovitches were
tottering, said some; Prince Mirko had lately fought a duel upon
Austrian territory with his brother, Prince Danilo; they would
certainly fight for the throne. The Austrian papers were full of
"digs" at the Petrovitches. I arrived back at Cetinje on the evening
of the 15th to find it beflagged and rows of tallow candles stuck
along my bedroom window for the coming illuminations. A telegram had
announced the election by the Shkupstina of "our son-in-law" and his
accession had already been celebrated by a service at the Monastery
Church and a military parade.

"Bogati!" cried Vuko to me, "you are better informed than all the
diplomatists." He added that there was to be a gala performance at
the theatre. I flew to the Zetski Dom. Not a seat was to be had. "If
you don't mind a crowd," said the ever-obliging Vuko, "you can come
into my box." And he hurried up dinner that we might all be in time.
The diplomatic table complimented me on having "spotted the
winner," and on either table lay a festive programme informing us
that the Serbian theatrical company, which had abruptly shed its
mourning, was giving a gala performance "in honour of the accession
of our beloved King Petar."

The theatre was packed from roof to floor. The performance opened
with a tableau--a portrait of Petar I, bewreathed and beflagged. A
speech was made. There were shouts of "Zhivio!" ("Long life to him!"
an eminently suitable remark under the circumstances). The whole
house cheered. I felt like an accessory after the act. Up in the
Royal Box, the only representatives of the reigning house, sat
Prince Mirko and his wife. I watched his stony countenance. But for
the devil and Holy Russia, we might have been shouting "Zhivio Kralj
Mirko!" I wondered if it hurt badly and felt sorry for him, for I
have been ploughed in an exam, myself.

We were a tight fit in our box. Gazivoda, head of the police at
Podgoritza and brother-in-law to Vuko, was there. He, too, was
assassinated a few years afterwards. And there was a crowd of Vuko's
pretty daughters. The eldest, still a pupil at the Russian Girls'
School (Russia Institut) was shuddering with horror at the crime.
"Poor Queen, poor Queen!" she muttered at intervals, "she was still
alive when they threw her from the window. If I had been there I
would have wept on her grave." She was but fifteen, and it was her
initiation into those Balkan politics in which, as Madame Rizoff,
she was herself later to play a part.

We shouted our last "Zhivio!" The play was over. Petar was King and
the Near East had entered upon a new path which led as yet none knew
whither.

I noted in my diary, "Will the army, now that it has taken the bit
between its teeth, be more than King Petar can manage?" In truth no
greater curse can befall a land than to be ruled by its own army. A
nation that chooses to be dictated to by its military has sunk low
indeed.

Cetinje showed signs of relapsing into dullness. I started on a tour
up country. The country I have described elsewhere, and will deal
now only with the political situation.

There were no roads then over the mountains and travelling was very
severe work. At every halt--for rest in the midday heat, or a cup of
black coffee to stimulate me for another two or three hours on horse
and on foot--the Serbian murders were the one topic. Boshko, my
guide, with the latest news from Podgoritza was in great request and
a proud man. Everywhere the crime was approved. The women raged
against Draga, even saying "She ought to lie under the accursed
stone heap!"--a reminiscence of the fact that stoning to death was
actually inflicted in Montenegro in the old days, upon women for
sexual immorality. Vuk Vrchevitch records a case as late as 1770.
And in quite recent times a husband still, if he thought fit, would
cut off the nose of his wife if he suspected her of infidelity. No
man, it was explained to me cheerfully, was ever likely to make love
to her again after that.

West Europe was, in 1903, quite ignorant of the state of primitive
savagery from which the South Slavs were but beginning to rise.
Distinguished scientists travelled far afield and recorded the head
hunters of New Guinea. But the ballads of Grand Voyvoda Mirko--King
Nikola of Montenegro's father--gloating over slaughter, telling of
the piles of severed heads, of the triumph with which they were
carried home on stakes and set around the village, and the best
reserved as an offering to Nikola himself for the adornment of
Cetinje; and the stripping and mutilating of the dead foe, give us a
vivid picture of life resembling rather that of Dahomey, than Europe
in 1860.

In the breast of every human being there is a wolf. It may sleep for
several generations. But it wakes at last and howls for blood. In
the breast of the South Slav, both Serb and Montenegrin, it has not
yet even thought of slumbering. Montenegro approved the crime.

It was to lead to "something"--indefinite, mysterious. Serdar
Jovo Martinovitch ruled in Kolashin, a strong man then, who rode the
clansmen on a strong curb. He had come up there as governor about
four years ago on account of the constant fighting, not only on the
border, but between the Montenegrin plemena (tribes). The latter he
had put a stop to. Thirty years ago he assured me the clans were in
a state of savagery. His own life was very Balkan; many women
figured in it; and to escape blood-vengeance he had fled--with one
of them--to Bulgaria, where he had served long years in the
Bulgarian Army; and had returned to Montenegro only after the affair
had blown over. Of the Bulgars he spoke in the highest terms.

At Andrijevitza, to which he passed me on, great excitement reigned.
Some great event was expected at no distant date. I was told that it
was now impossible for me to go to Gusinje, but that next year all
would be different. That they were well informed about the Bulgar
rising which was about to take place in Macedonia I cannot, in the
light of what followed, doubt. Prince Danilo's birthday was feted
magnificently with barbaric dances by firelight, national songs and
an ocean of rakija. We drank to the Prince and wished him soon on
the throne of Prizren, a wish which at that time every Montenegrin
expected to see soon realized. The reign of the Turk, I was told,
was all but over. I remarked that this had been said for a hundred
years at least and was told that the end must come some time, and
that I should see it soon.

Meanwhile, the' authorities of Andrijevitza were extremely anxious
to get me to go across the border. Though I was not aware of it at
the time, they meant to use me to cover a spy. That the expedition
was dangerous I knew. The Ipek district had scarcely been penetrated
by a foreigner for fifteen years, and was a forbidden one. The
danger I did not mind. My two months' liberty each year were like
Judas's fabled visit to the iceberg--but they made the endless vista
of grey imprisonment at home the more intolerable. And a bullet
would have been a short way out. I made the expedition and gained
thereby a reputation for courage which in truth I little deserved.

As I was being used for political purposes, though I did not know
it, I was, of course, shown only the Great Serbian view of things.
The plan was carefully laid. My guide, who was disguised, spoke
Albanian and some Turkish.

At Berani, our first stopping place, just over the Turkish border, I
met the first objectors to the murders--the monks at the very
ancient Church of Giurgevi Stupovi and a little company consisting
of a wild-looking priest clad as a peasant and with a heavy revolver
in his sash, and a couple of schoolmasters very heavily depressed.
They, too, had evidently expected "something" to happen soon. I
gathered, in fact, that an attack on the Turk had been planned, and
now with this revolution on their hands the Serbs would be able to
do nothing. In the town, however, I met the nephew of Voyvoda Gavro,
then Montenegro's Minister for Foreign Affairs--a decadent type of
youth on vacation from Constantinople, where he was at college. For
the Montenegrins, though always expressing a hatred of all things
Turkish, have never missed an opportunity of sending their sons for
Education--gratis--to the enemy's capital. His conversation--and he
was most anxious to pose as very "modern"--showed that Constantinople
is not a very nice place for boys to go to school in. He was furious
with me for daring to criticize the Serbian murders. He said no one
but an enemy of the Serb people would do so, and threatened to
denounce me to his uncle. Leaving Berani I plunged into Albanian
territory. This land, fondly called by the Serbs "Stara Srbija," Old
Serbia, was in point of fact Serb only for a short period.

The Serbs, or rather their Slav ancestors, poured into the Balkan
Peninsula in vast hordes in the sixth and seventh centuries and
overwhelmed the original inhabitant, the Albanian. But though they
tried hard, they did not succeed in exterminating him. The original
inhabitant, we may almost say, never is exterminated. The Albanian
was a peculiarly tough customer. He withdrew to the fastnesses of
the mountains, fought with his back to the wall, so to speak, and in
defiance of efforts to Serbize him, retained his language and
remained persistently attached to the Church of Rome. Serbia reached
her highest point of glory under Tsar Stefan Dushan. On his death in
1356, leaving no heir capable of ruling the heterogeneous empire he
had thrown together in the twenty years of his reign, the rival
feudal chieftains of Serbia fought with each other for power and the
empire was soon torn to pieces. Albania split off from the mass
almost at once, and was a separate principality under the Balsha
chiefs. And from that time Albania has never again fallen completely
under Serb power. The Turkish conquest crushed the Serbs and the
Albanians grew in power. We cannot here detail the history, suffice
it to say that in 1679 the Serbs of Kosovo, finding themselves
unable to resist the advance of the Albanians and the power of the
Turks, evacuated that district. Led by Arsenius, the Serb Patriarch,
thousands of families emigrated into Austria, who saved the Serb
people. Since then the Albanians had poured down and resettled in
the land of their ancestors.

From Berani our route lay through Arnaoutluk. We passed through
Rugova; nor did I know till afterwards that this was reputed one of
the most dangerous districts in Turkish territory and that no
European traveller had been that way for some twenty years. There
was a rough wooden mosque by the wayside. We halted. The people were
friendly enough and some one gave us coffee. I little thought 'that
in a few years time the place would be the scene of a hideous
massacre by the Montenegrins modelled on the Moslem-slaying of
Vladika Danilo. We reached Ipek after some sixteen hours of very
severe travel and knocked at the gates of the Patriarchia long after
nightfall--the very place whose Bishop had led the retreating Serb
population into Austria over two centuries before.

My arrival was a thunderbolt, both for the Patriarchia and the
Turkish authorities, who had forbidden the entry of strangers into
the district and closed the main routes to it, but had never
imagined any one would be so crazy as to drop in over the
Montenegrin frontier by way of Rugova.

The whole district was under military occupation. About thirty
thousand Turkish troops were camped in the neighbourhood, and I
learnt that a great deal of fighting had recently taken place.
Briefly, the position was that for the past two and a half centuries
the Albanians had been steadily re-occupying the lands of their
Illyrian ancestors and pressing back the small remaining Serb
population, and since the time of the Treaty of Berlin had been
struggling to wrest autonomy from the Turks and obtain recognition
as a nation. The whole of this district had been included in the
autonomous Albanian state proposed and mapped out by Lord Goschen
and Lord Fitzmaurice in 1880. Ipek, Jakova and Prizren were centres
of the Albanian League. The British Government report of August 1880
gives a very large Albanian majority to the whole district.

"The Albanians are numerically far superior to the Serbians, who are
not numerous in Kosovopolje and the Sanjak of Novibazar. The
Albanian population in the vilayet of Kosovo has lately (1880) been
still further increased by the accession of many thousands of
refugees from districts now, in virtue of the Treaty of Berlin, in
Serbian possession and which prior to the late war were exclusively
inhabited by descendants of the twelve Greg tribes, which at a
remote period emigrated from Upper Albania."

A fundamental doctrine of the Great Serb Idea is a refusal to
recognize that history existed before the creation of the Serb
Empire, or even to admit that Balkan lands had owners before the
arrival of the Serbs. Nothing infuriates a "Great Serbian" more
than to suggest that if he insists on appealing to history another
race has a prior claim to the land, and that in any case the Great
Serbia of Stefan Dushan lasted but twenty years.

In pursuance of this theory that the greater part of the Balkan
Peninsula is the birthright of the Serbs (who only began coming into
these lands at the earliest in the fourth century A.D.) the Serbs
behaved with hideous brutality to the inhabitants of the lands they
annexed in 1878, and swarms of starving and destitute persons were
hunted out, a large proportion of whom perished of want and
exposure.

The hatred between Serb and Albanian was increased a hundredfold,
and the survivors and their descendants struggled continuously to
gain complete control over the lands still theirs and to regain, if
possible, those that they had lost. The adoption of Lord
Fitzmaurice's plan would have spared the Balkans and possibly Europe
much bloodshed and suffering.

When I arrived on the scene in the summer of 1903 the Turks had sent
a large punitive expedition to enforce the payment of cattle tax
and, at the command of Europe, to introduce a new "reform" policy
in Kosovo vilayet.

The Albanians were well aware that the so-called reforms meant
ultimately the furtherance of Russia's pan-Slav schemes; that so
long as even a handful of Serbs lived in a place Russia would claim
it as Serb and enforce the claim to the best of her power; that the
"reforms" meant, In fact, the introduction of Serb and Russian
consulates, the erection of Serb schools and churches under Russian
protection, the planting of Serb colonies and ultimate annexation.
Russia was actively endeavouring to peg out fresh Serb claims. The
Russian Consul at Mitrovitza, M. Shtcherbina, had taken part in a
fight against the Albanians and was mortally wounded, it was
reported, while he was serving a gun.

Russia, in fact, having already made sure of the removal of the
pro-Austrian Obrenovitches and being in close touch with Montenegro
and Bulgaria was planning another coup in the Balkans. Albania was
resisting it. The Turks under pressure from the Powers were striving
to smooth matters down sufficiently to stave off the final crash
that drew ever nearer. They arrested a number of headmen and exacted
some punishment for Shtcherbina's death. Though if a consul chooses
to take part in a local fight he alone is responsible for results.

I had, in fact, arrived at a critical moment. The Turkish
authorities telegraphed all over the country to know what they were
to do about me. My Montenegrin guide showed anxiety also and begged
me on no account to reveal his origin.

From a little hill belonging to the Patriarchia I saw the widespread
Turkish camp on the plain.

The Igumen and the few monks and visitors gave me the Serb point of
view. Because some six centuries ago the Sveti Kralj had been
crowned in the church they regarded the land as rightfully and
inalienably Serb. They looked forward to the arrival of Russian
armies that should exterminate all that was not Serb. Shtcherbina to
them was a Christ-like man who had died to save them, and they
treasured his portrait. Russia, only the year before, had insisted
on planting a Consul at Mitrovitza against the wish of the Turkish
Government. Serb hopes had been raised. And it was possible that his
presence had in fact caused the fight.

They admitted, however, that the Turks were responsible for the
state of Albania, for they prohibited the formation of Albanian
schools and made progress impossible; an independent Albania would
be better.

News of the deaths of Alexander and Draga had reached Ipek, but no
details, for Serbian papers could only be smuggled in with great
difficulty. I gathered that the murders caused some anxiety, for a
great movement against the Turks was planned, and owing to the
upheaval in Serbia, perhaps Serbia would not now take part. As I was
English they believed that the Turks would be obliged to permit me
to travel further if I pleased. But they implored me on no account
if I went further afield, to take the train as all the railways were
shortly to be blown up.

Meanwhile the Turkish authorities could not decide what to do about
me and called me to the Konak about my passport. There I waited
hours. The place was crowded with applicants for permission to
travel. Half-starved wretches begged leave to go to another district
in search of harvest work and were denied. The Turks were in a
nervous terror and doubtless knew a crisis was at hand. As I waited
in the crowd a youth called to me across the room and said in
French: "It is pity you were not here a week or two ago. You could
have gone to Uskub and met all the foreign correspondents. Now they
have all gone. I was dragoman to The Times correspondent. He has
gone too. They think it is all over and it has not yet begun." He
laughed. I was terrified lest any one present should know French.
The boy declared they did not.

Finally, the Pasha refused me permission to go to Jakova as I had
asked. And quite rightly, for fighting was still going on there
between the troops and the Albanians. I was allowed only to visit
the monastery of Detchani, a few hours' ride distant. Detchani is
one of the difficulties in the drawing of a just frontier. Though in
a district that is wholly Albanian, it is one of the monuments of
the ancient Serb Empire and contains the shrine of the Sveti Kralj,
King Stefan Detchanski, who was strangled in 1336 in his castle of
Zvechani, it is said, by order of his son who succeeded him as the
great Tsar Stefan Dushan, and was in his turn murdered in 1356.

St. Stefan Dechansld is accounted peculiarly holy and yet to work
miracles. The Church, a fine one in pink and white marble, was built
by an architect from Cattaro, and shows Venetian influence. A rude
painting of the strangling of Stefan adorns his shrine. I thought of
the sordid details of the death of. Serbia's latest King and the old
world and the new seemed very close. Except in the matter of
armament, things Balkan had changed but little in over five
centuries.

A Turkish officer and some Nizams were quartered at the monastery,
but the few monks and students there seemed oddly enough to have
more faith in a guard of Moslem Albanians who lived near. They were
expecting shortly the arrival of Russian monks from Mount Athos.
Russia was, in fact, planting Russian subjects there for the express
purpose of making an excuse for intervention. The young Turkish
officer was very civil to me and offered to give me a military
escort to enable me to return to Montenegro by another route. My
disguised Montenegrin guide who was pledged to hand me over safe and
sound to Voyvoda Lakitch at Andrijevitza signalled to me in great
anxiety. Each day he remained on Turkish territory he risked
detection and the loss of his life.

I returned therefore to the Patriarchia, recovered my passport from
the Pasha and was given by him a mounted gendarme to ride with me as
far as Berani. This fellow, a cheery Moslem Bosniak, loaded his
rifle and kept a sharp look out. And a second gendarme accompanied
us till we were through the pass. And both vowed that a few months
ago they wouldn't have come with less than thirty men; Albanians
behind every rock and piff paff, a bullet in your living heart
before you knew where you were. They wondered much that I had made
the journey with only one old zaptieh. Still more, that I had been
allowed to come at all.

Berani received me with enthusiasm. Nor had my cheery Turkish
gendarme an idea that my guide was a Montenegrin till he took off
his fez at the frontier. Then the gendarme slapped his thigh, roared
with laughter and treated it as a good joke.

The said guide's relief on being once more in his own territory
showed clearly what the risks had been for him.

Andrijevitza gave us quite an ovation. Countless questions as to the
number and position of the Turkish Army were poured out. My guide
had fulfilled his task. I was reckoned a hero. What hold the Voyvoda
had over the Kaimmakam of Berani I never ascertained. But it was the
Voyvoda's letter to the Kaimmakam that got me over the border. All
that I gathered was that I had been made use of for political
purposes and successfully come through what every one considered a
very dangerous enterprise. The same people who had urged me to go
now addressed me as "one that could look death in the eyes."

Had I met death, what explanation would they have offered to the
questions that must have cropped up over the death of a British
subject?

A number of schoolmasters had gathered in Andrijevitza for their
holidays. Many of them were educated in Belgrade and these were
especially of the opinion that the murder of Alexander and Draga was
a splendid thing for Serbia, and when I said it might bring
misfortune were not at all pleased. Even persons who at first said
the murder was horrible now said since it was done it was well done.
The Voyvoda and the Kapetan told me that every country in Europe had
accepted King Petar except England and that the Serb Minister had
been sent from London. "England," they declared, "has often been our
enemy." They hoped that good, however, would result from my journey.

The whole of my return to Cetinje was a sort of triumphal progress.
Jovo Martinovitch, the Serdar at Kolashin, was delighted to hear of
the Ipek expedition, but admitted frankly that he had not dared
propose it himself. Voyvoda Lakitch, he said, was well informed and
no doubt knew the moment at which it could be safely attempted.
Every place I passed through was of opinion something was about to
happen soon. Next year the route to Gusinje would be open. At
Podgoritza I was received by the Governor Spiro Popovitch and taken
for a drive round the town.

I arrived at Cetinje in time for dinner and appeared in my usual
corner. Mr. Shipley and Count Bollati hailed me at once saying that
they thought I was about due. Where had I been? "Ipek," said I.

The effect on the diplomatic table was even more startling than upon
Montenegro. "But the route is closed!" said every one. I assured
them I had nevertheless been through it, and Mr. Shipley said if he
had had any idea I was going to attempt such a thing he would have
telegraphed all over the place and stopped it. At the same time he
admitted, "I rather thought you were up to something," and gave me a
piece of excellent advice, which I have always followed, which was
"Never consult a British representative if you want to make a risky
journey." Really, he was quite pleased about it and crowed over the
rest of the diplomatic table, that the British could get to places
that nobody else could. I received a note next morning from the
Bulgarian diplomatic agent praying for an interview.

He had not been long in Cetinje, but later became one of the best
known Balkan politicians. For he was Monsieur Rizoff, who, as Bulgar
Minister at Berlin, played a considerable part in the Balkan
politics of the great war.

He was a Macedonian Bulgar born at Resna, a typical Bulgar in build
and cast of countenance, and a shrewd and clever intriguer. His
excitement over my journey was great and he wanted every possible
detail as to what were the Turkish forces and where they were
situated. I told him that I understood a rising was planned. And he
told me quite frankly that all was being prepared and a rising was
to break out in Macedonia so soon as the crops were harvested.

I gathered that Rizoff himself was deeply mixed in the plot, an
idea which was confirmed later on. For among the papers captured on
a Bulgar comitadgi, Doreff, was a letter signed Grasdoff, describing
his attempts to import arms through Montenegro, a plan he found
impossible owing to the opposition of the Albanians in the
territories that must be passed through. He visited Cetinje and
reports: "I have spoken with M. Rizoff. With regard to the passage
of men and munitions through Montenegro . . . even at the risk of
losing his post he is disposed to give his assistance. But owing to
the great difficulty the plan would meet in Albania we must renounce
it. M. Rizoff hopes to be transferred soon to Belgrade. M. Rizoff
having met M. Milakoff (PMilukoff) at Abbazia, has decided to
continue the preparations for the organization until public opinion
is convinced of the inutility of the (Turkish) reforms or until the
term fixed--October 1905." Rizoff, in his talk with me, seemed
hopeful of inducing European intervention.

Desultory fighting between Bulgar bands and Turkish troops had been
going on in Macedonia throughout the year and many Bulgar peasants
had fled from Macedonia into Bulgaria where fresh bands were
prepared. A bad fight had taken place near Uskub, the Slav peasants
of which were then recognized as Bulgars. But the Serbo-Bulgar
struggle for Uskub--which, in truth, was then mainly Albanian--had
begun.

Throughout Turkish territory, Greek, Serb and Bulgar pegged out
their claims by the appointment of Bishops. Once a Bishop was
successfully planted, a school with Serb, Greek or Bulgar masters at
once sprang up and under the protection of one Great Power or
another a fresh propaganda was started.

Every time a Bishop was moved by one side, it meant "Check to your
King!" for the other. English Bishops talked piously of, and even
prayed for "our Christian brethren of the Balkans," happily unaware
that their Christian brethren were solely engaged in planning
massacres or betraying the priests of a rival nationality to the
Turks.

Serbia had just triumphantly cried "Check" to Bulgaria. In 1902 the
Bishop of Uskub had died. The Serbs had had no Bishop in Turkish
territory since the destruction of the Serb Bishopric of Ipek in
1766, which was the work of the Greek Patriarch rather than of the
Turk. They now put in a claim. The Russian Vjedomosti published a
learned article on the Ipek episcopate. The Porte regarded with
dread the increasing power of the Bulgars. So did the Greek
Patriarch at Constantinople. He of 1766 had aimed at the destruction
of Slavdom. He of 1902 thought Serbia far less dangerous than
Bulgaria. Firmilian was duly consecrated in June,  1902--a small
straw showing that Russia had begun to blow Serbwards. She began to
see she could not afford to have a powerful Bulgaria between herself
and Constantinople.

At Cetinje I gathered that my jpurney to Ipek was mysteriously
connected with "something" that was going to happen, and was
interested to find that though the populace still heartily approved
of the murder of Alexander and were filled with anger and dismay at
England's rupture of diplomatic relations, the mighty of the land
had realized that in public at any rate, it was as well to moderate
their transports. King Nikola had been interviewed by several
British and other journalists, had looked down his nose, lamented
the wickedness of the Serbs and assured his interviewers that the
Montenegrins were a far more virtuous people. Montenegro posed as
the good boy of the Serb race, and as the gentlemen in question had
not been present either at the thanksgiving in the church nor the
gala performance at the Zetski Dom, they accepted the statement.
Interviewing is, in fact, as yet the most efficient method by which
journalism can spread erroneous reports.

I returned to London and read shortly afterwards in The Times that
Macedonian troubles had settled down and recollecting that at Ipek I
had learnt they had not yet begun I wrote and told The Times so. But
it was far too well informed to print this statement. Had it not
withdrawn its correspondent? And, as Rizoff had told me, a general
Bulgar rising broke out all through Macedonia in August.



CHAPTER EIGHT

MACEDONIA, 1903-1904

THE Macedonian rising of 1903 was a purely Bulgar movement. As is
invariably the case with such risings, it was ill-planned; and
untrained peasants and irregular forces never in the long run have a
chance against regulars. Its history has been told more than once in
detail. I need only say that, instead of revolting simultaneously,
one village rose after another, and the Turkish forces rode round,
burning and pillaging in the usual fashion of punitive expeditions.
Thousands of refugees fled into Bulgaria--thus emphasizing their
nationality--and within the Bulgarian frontier organized komitadji
bands, which carried on a desultory guerrilla war with the Turkish
forces for some time. But it was soon obvious that, unless strongly
aided by some outside Power, the rising must fail.

The most important point to notice now is that not a single one of
these many revolutionaries fled to Serbia, or claimed that they were
Serbs. They received arms, munitions and other help from Bulgaria,
from Serbia nothing. They were rising to make Big Bulgaria, not
Great Serbia. Serbia now claims these people as Serbs. She did not
then extend one finger to assist them.

Milosh would not help the Greeks to obtain freedom because he did
not want a large Greece. Similarly, Serbia and Greece in 1903 did
nothing at all to aid the Macedonian revolutionaries. Most of us who
have worked in old days to free the people from the Turkish yoke
have now recognized what a farce that tale was. Not one of the
Balkan people ever wanted to "free" their "Christian brethren"
unless there was a chance of annexing them.

The Bulgar rising died down as winter came on and acute misery
reigned in the devastated districts. In December, as one who had
some experience of Balkan life, I was asked to go out on relief work
under the newly formed Macedonian Relief Committee. The invitation
came to me as an immense surprise and with something like despair.

I had had my allotted two months' holiday. I had never before been
asked to take part in any public work, and I wanted to go more than
words could express. Circumstances had forced me to refuse so many
openings. I was now forty, and this might be my last chance.

The Fates were kind, and I started for Salonika at a few days'
notice, travelling almost straight through. Serbia was depressed and
anxious, I gathered from my fellow travellers, as we passed through
it. Bishop Firmilian, whose election to the see of Uskub the Serbs
had with great difficulty obtained in June 1902, had just died. The
train was full of ecclesiastics going to his funeral at Uskub.
Russia had aided his election very considerably. It had coincided
with Russia's support of Petar Karageorgevitch to the throne of
Serbia, and all was part of Russia's new Balkan plans in which
Serbia was to play a leading role.

Petar was not received by Europe. Firmilian was dead. Serbia was
anxious. They buried Firmilian on Christmas Day in the morning,
dreading the while lest they were burying the bishopric too, so far
as Serbia was concerned--and I reached Salonika that night.

The tale of the relief work I have told elsewhere. I will now touch
only on the racial questions.

In Monastir I tried to buy some Serb books, for I was hard at work
studying the language, and had a dictionary and grammar with me.
Serbian propaganda in Monastir was, however, then only in its
infancy, and nothing but very elementary school books were to be
got. The Bulgars had a big school and church. If any one had
suggested that Monastir was Serb or ever likely to be Serb, folk
would have thought him mad--or drunk. The pull was between Greek and
Bulgar, there was no question of the Serbs. There was a large
"Greek" population, both in town and country, but of these a very
large proportion were Vlachs, many were South Albanians, others were
Slavs. Few probably were genuine Greeks. But they belonged to the
Greek branch of the Orthodox Church, and were reckoned Greek in the
census. Those Slavs who called themselves Serbs, and the Serb
schoolmasters who had come for propaganda purposes, all went to the
Greek churches.

As for the hatred between the Greek and Bulgar Churches--it was so
intense that no one from West Europe who has not lived in the land
with it, can possibly realize it. The Greeks under Turkish rule had
been head of the Orthodox Christians. True to Balkan type, they had
dreamed only of the reconstruction of the Big Byzantine Empire, and
had succeeded, by hooks and crooks innumerable, in suppressing and
replacing the independent Serb and Bulgar Churches.

But Russia, when she began to scheme for Pan-Slavism, had no
sympathy with Big Byzantium, and was aware that when you have an
ignorant peasantry to deal with, a National Church is one of the
best means for producing acute Nationalism. Under pressure from
Russia, who was supported by other Powers--some of whom really
believed they were aiding the cause of Christianity--the Sultan in
1870 created by firman the Bulgarian Exarchate. Far from "promoting
Christianity" the result of this was that the Greek Patriarch
excommunicated the Exarch and all his followers, and war was
declared between the two Churches. They had no difference of any
kind or sort as regards doctrine, dogma, or ceremonial. The
difference was, and is, political and racial.

Never have people been more deluded than have been the pious of
England about the Balkan Christians. In Montenegro I had heard all
the stock tales of the Christian groaning under the Turkish yoke,
and had believed them. I learnt in Macedonia the strange truth that,
on the contrary, it was the Christian Churches of the Balkans that
kept the Turk in power. Greek and Serb were both organizing
komitadjis bands and sending them into Macedonia, not to "liberate
Christian brethren"--no. That was the last thing they wanted. But to
aid the Turk in suppressing "Christian brethren."

I condoled with the Bulgar Bishop of Ochrida on the terrible
massacre of his flock by the Turks. He replied calmly that to him it
had been a disappointment. He had expected quite half the population
to have been killed, and then Europe would have been forced to
intervene. Not a quarter had perished, and he expected it would all
have to be done over again. "Next time there will be a great
slaughter. All the foreign consuls and every foreigner will be
killed too. It is their own fault." Big Bulgaria was to be
constructed at any price.

I suggested that, had the Bulgars risen in 1897 when the Greek made
war on the Turk, the whole land could have been freed. He replied
indignantly, "I would rather the land should remain for ever under
the Turk than that the Greeks should ever obtain a kilometre."

Later I met his rival, the Greek Bishop. He, too, loudly lamented
the suffering of the wretched Christian under the Turkish yoke. To
him I suggested that if Greece aided the Bulgar rising the Christian
might now be freed. The mere idea horrified him. Sooner than allow
those swine of Bulgars to obtain any territory he would prefer that
the land should be for ever Turkish.

Such was the Christianity which at that time was being prayed for in
English Churches.

Bulgars came to me at night and begged poison with which to kill
Greeks. Greeks betrayed Bulgar komitadjis to the Turkish
authorities. The Serbs sided with the Greeks. They had not then the
smallest desire "to liberate their Slav brethren in Macedonia." No.
They were doing all they could to prevent the Bulgars liberating
them. Of Serb conduct a vivid picture is given by F. Wilson in a
recently published book on the Serbs she looked after as refugees
during the late war. She gives details taken down from the lips of a
Serbian schoolmaster, who describes how he began Serb propaganda in
Macedonia in 1900. "We got the children. We made them realize they
were Serbs. We taught them their history. . . . Masters and
children, we were like secret conspirators." When the Bulgars
resisted this propaganda he describes how a gang of thirty Serbs
"met in a darkened room and swore for each Serb killed to kill two
Bulgars." Lots were drawn for who should go forth to assassinate.
"We broke a loaf in two and each ate a piece. It was our sacrament.
Our wine was the blood of the Bulgarians."

A small Serb school had recently been opened in Ochrida, and I was
invited there to the Feast of St. Sava. The whole Serb population of
Ochrida assembled. We were photographed together. Counting the Greek
priest, the schoolmaster and his family, who were from Serbia, and
myself, we were a party of some fifty people. Ochrida had a very
mixed population. More than half were Moslems, most of them
Albanians. Of the Christians the Bulgars formed the largest unit,
but there were many Vlachs. These were reckoned as Greeks by the
Greeks, but were already showing signs of claiming their own
nationality. The Serbs were by far the smallest group, so small in
fact as to be then negligible.

The Kaimmakam was an Albanian Moslem, Mehdi Bey, who kept the
balance well under very difficult circumstances, and to-day is one
of the leading Albanian Nationalists. He asserted always that
Ochrida should, of right, belong to Albania. Albanian it was indeed
considered until the rise of the Russo-Bulgar movement. As late as
1860 we find the Lakes of Ochrida and Presba referred to as the
Albanian Lakes by English travellers.

Through the winter of 1903-4 trouble simmered, arrests were made,
murders occurred. I learnt the ethics of murder, which, in
Macedonia, were simply: "When a Moslem kills a Moslem so much the
better. When a Christian kills a Christian it is better not talked
about, because people at home would not understand it; when a
Christian kills a Moslem it is a holy and righteous act. When a
Moslem kills a Christian it is an atrocity and should be telegraphed
to all the papers."

In February 1904 the Russo-Japanese quarrel, which had been for some
time growing hotter, burst into sudden war, and the whole complexion
of Balkan affairs changed.

At the beginning the Bulgar leaders took it for granted that Russia
was invincible, and anticipated speedy and complete victory for her.
They were also supplied with false news, and refused to credit at
first any Russian defeat. The Bishop of Ochrida was furious when I
reported to him the sinking of the Petropalovski, and fiercely
declared that the war was in reality an Anglo-Russian one, and that
Japan was merely our tool.

When riding on relief work among the burnt villages it was easy to
learn the great part Russia had taken in building up the Bulgar
rising in Macedonia. The same tale was told in almost each. Once
upon a time, not so very long ago, a rich, noble and generous
gentleman had visited the village. He was richer than you could
imagine; had paid even a white medjid for a cup of coffee; had
called the headmen and the priest together and had asked them if
they would like a church of their own in the village. And in due
time the church had been built. Followed, a list of silver
candlesticks, vestments, etc., presented by this same nobleman--the
Russian Consul. The Turks had looted the treasures. Could I cause
them to be restored? Sometimes the Consul had had an old church
restored. Sometimes he had given money to establish a school. Always
he stood for the people as something almost omnipotent.

In August M. Rostovsky, the Russian Consul at Monastir, had been
murdered. There was nothing political in the affair. The Russian had
imagined the land was already his, and that he was dealing with
humble mouzhiks. He carried a heavy riding-whip and used it when he
chose. I was told by an eye-witness that on one occasion he so
savagely flogged a little boy who had ventured to hang on behind the
consular carriage that a Turkish gendarme intervened. One day he
lashed an Albanian soldier. The man waited his opportunity and shot
Rostovsky dead on the main road near the Consulate. Russia treated
the murder as a political one, and demanded and obtained apology and
reparation of the Turkish Government. The Consul's remains were
transported to the coast with full honours. All this for a Russian
Consul in Turkey. Truly one man may steal a horse and another not
look over a fence. Russia mobilized when Austria insisted on enquiry
into the murder of an Archduke. So well was Rostovsky's funeral
engineered that the native Slav peasants looked on him as a martyr
to the sacred Slav cause, not as a man who had brought his
punishment on himself.

Russia was not, however, the only Power in Monastir. It seethed with
consuls. And the most prominent was Krai, the Austrian Consul-General,
a very energetic and scheming man who "ran" Austria for all she was
worth, and was a thorn in the side of the British Consul, whom he
endeavoured to thwart at every turn. He persuaded the American
missionaries, who were as innocent as babes about European politics,
though they had passed thirty years in the Balkan Peninsula, that he
and not the Englishman could best forward their interests, and they
foolishly induced the American Government to transfer them and their
schools to Austrian protection. And he pushed himself to the front
always, declaring that he had far more power to aid the relief work
and trying to make the English consult him instead of their own
representative. This annoyed me, and I therefore never visited him
at all. Up country among the revolted villages it was clear that the
luckless people had been induced to rise by the belief that, as in
1877, Russia would come to their rescue! But as time passed, and
Russia herself realized that the Japanese were a tough foe, it
became more and more apparent that no further rising would take
place in the spring. The Balkan Orthodox Lenten fast is so severe
that a rising before Easter was always improbable. This Easter would
see none.. I remembered with curious clearness the words of the Pole
who gave me my first Serbian lessons. "Russia is corrupt right
through. If there is a war--Russia will be like that!" and he threw
a rag of paper into the basket scornfully. His has been a twice true
prophecy. The Bulgarian Bishop of Ochrida still believed firmly in
Russia's invincibility. Furious when I refused to have cartridges,
etc., hidden in my room--which the Turks never searched--he turned
on me and declared that England was not a Christian country and
would be wiped out by Holy Russia, who had already taken half Japan
and would soon take the rest and all India too.

By the middle of March I was quite certain no rising would take
place. The Foreign Office in London still expected one, and notified
all relief workers up country to wind up work and return. The others
did, but I stayed and managed to ride right through Albania.



CHAPTER NINE.

ALBANIA

"Where rougher climes a nobler race displayed."--BYRON.

Study of the Macedonian question had shown me that one of the most
important factors of the Near Eastern question was the Albanian, and
that the fact that he was always left out of consideration was a
constant source of difficulty. The Balkan Committee had recently
been formed, and I therefore decided to explore right through
Albania, then but little known, in order to be able to acquire
first-hand information as to the aspirations and ideas of the
Albanians.

Throughout the relief work in Macedonia we had employed Albanians in
every post of trust--as interpreters, guides, kavasses and clerks.

The depot of the British and Foreign Bible Society at Monastir was
entirely in Albanian hands. The Albanian was invaluable to the Bible
Society, and the Bible Society was invaluable to the Albanians.

Albania was suffering very heavily. Every other of the Sultan
subject races had its own schools--schools that were, moreover,
heavily subsidized from abroad. The Bulgarian schools in particular
were surprisingly well equipped. Each school was an active centre of
Nationalist propaganda. All the schoolmasters were revolutionary
leaders. All were protected by various consulates which insisted on
opening new schools and protested when any were interfered with.

Only when it was too late to stop the schools did the Turks perceive
their danger. First came the school, then the revolution, then
foreign intervention--and another piece of the Turkish' Empire was
carved off. This had happened with Serbia, Greece and Bulgaria. The
Turks resolved it should not happen in the case of Albania.

Albania was faced by two enemies. Not only the Turk dreaded the
uprising of Albania, but Russia had already determined that the
Balkan Peninsula was to be Slav and Orthodox. Greece as Orthodox
might be tolerated. No one else.

The Turkish Government prohibited the printing and teaching of the
Albanian language under most severe penalties. Turkish schools were
established for the Moslem Albanians, and every effort made to bring
up the children to believe they were Turks. In South Albania, where
the Christians belong to the Orthodox Church, the Greeks were
encouraged to found schools and work a Greek propaganda. The Turks
hoped thus to prevent the rise of a strong national Albanian party.
The Greek Patriarch went so far as to threaten with excommunication
any Orthodox Albanian who should use the "accursed language" in
church or school. In North Albania, where the whole of the
Christians are Catholics, the Austrians, who had been charged by
Europe with the duty of protecting the Catholics, established
religious schools in which the teaching was in Albanian, and with
which the Turkish Government was unable to interfere. The Jesuits,
under Austrian protection, established a printing press in Scutari
for the printing in Albanian of religious books. But this movement,
being strictly Catholic, was confined to the North. It was,
moreover, initiated with the intent of winning over the Northern
Christians to Austria, and was directed rather to dividing the
Christians from the Moslems and to weakening rather than
strengthening the sense of Albanian nationality. The results of this
we will trace later.

None of these efforts on the part of Albania's enemies killed the
strong race instinct which has enabled the Albanian to survive the
Roman Empire and the fall of Byzantium, outlive the fleeting
mediaeval Empires of Bulgar and Serb, and finally emerge from the
wreck of the mighty Ottoman Empire, retaining his language, his
Customs and his primitive vigour--a rock over which the tides of
invasion have washed in vain.

When threatened with loss of much Albanian territory by the terms of
the Treaty of Berlin, the Albanians rose in force and demanded the
recognition of their rights. There is a popular ballad in Albanian
cursing Lord Beaconsfield, who went to Berlin in order to ruin
Albania and give her lands to her pitiless enemy the Slav. The
Treaty did nothing for Albania, but it caused the formation of the
Albanian League and a national uprising by means of which the
Albanians retained some of the said lands in spite of the Powers.
This induced Abdul Hamid for a short time to relax the ban upon the
Albanian language. At once national schools were opened, and books
and papers came from Albanian presses. The Sultan, alarmed by the
rapid success of the national movement, again prohibited the
language. Schoolmasters were condemned to long terms of
imprisonment. As much as fifteen years was the sentence that could
be, and was, inflicted upon any one found in possession of an
Albanian paper, and the Greek priests entered enthusiastically into
the persecution. But Albanian was not killed. Leaders of the
movement went to Bucarest, to Sofia, to Brussels, to London, and set
to work. With much difficulty and at great personal risk books and
papers published abroad were smuggled into Albania by Moslem
Albanian officials, many of whom suffered exile and confiscation of
all their property in consequence.

But there was another means by which printed Albanian was brought
into the country. During the short interval when the printing of
Albanian had been permitted, a translation of the Bible was made for
the British and Foreign Bible Society. This Society had the
permission of the Turkish Government to circulate its publications
freely. When the interdict on the language was again imposed a nice
question arose. Had the Society the right to circulate Albanian
Testaments? The Turkish Government had not the least objection to
the Gospels--only they must not be in Albanian. A constant war on
the subject went on. The director of the Bible Depot in Monastir was
an Albanian of high standing both as regards culture and energy.
Grasping the fact that by means of these publications an immense
national propaganda could be worked, he spared no pains, and by
carefully selecting and training Albanian colporteurs, whose
business it was to learn in which districts the officials were
dangerous, where they were sympathetic, and where there were
Nationalists willing themselves to risk receiving and distributing
books, succeeded to a remarkable degree.

The Greeks, of course, opposed the work. A Greek Bishop is, in fact,
declared to have denounced the dissemination of "the New Testament
and other works contrary to the teaching of the Holy and Orthodox
Church." Nevertheless it continued. It was with one of the Society's
colporteurs that I rode through Albania. I was thus enabled
everywhere to meet the Nationalists and to observe how very widely
spread was the movement. The journey was extremely interesting, and
as exciting in many respects as Borrow's Bible in Spain.

Leaving Monastir in a carriage and driving through much of the
devastated Slav area I was greatly struck on descending into the
plain land by Lake Malik to see the marked difference in the type of
man that swung past on the road. I saw again the lean, strong figure
and the easy stride of the Albanian, the man akin to my old friends
of Scutari, a wholly different type from the Bulgar peasants among
whom I had been working, and I felt at home.

Koritza, the home of Nationalism in the South, was my first
halting-place. It was celebrated as being the only southern town in
which there was still an Albanian school in spite of Turk and Greek.
Like the schools of Scutari, it owed its existence to foreign
protection. It was founded by the American Mission. Its plucky
teacher, Miss Kyrias (now Mrs. Dako), conducted it with an ability
and enthusiasm worthy of the highest praise. And in spite of the
fact that attendance at the school meant that parents and children
risked persecution by the Turk and excommunication by the Greek
priest, yet the school was always full. The girls learned to read
and write Albanian and taught their brothers. Many parents told me
very earnestly how they longed for a boys' school too. The
unfortunate master of the Albanian boys' school, permitted during
the short period when the interdiction was removed, was still in
prison serving his term of fifteen years. Could not England, I was
asked, open a school? Now either a child must learn Greek or not
learn to read at all. And the Greek teachers even told children that
it was useless to pray in Albanian, for Christ was a Greek, and did
not understand any other language.

Everywhere it was the same. Deputations came to me begging for
schools. Even Orthodox priests, who were Albanian, ventured to
explain that what they wanted was an independent Church. Roumania,
Serbia, Greece, even Montenegro, each was free to elect its own
clergy and to preach and conduct the service in its own language. At
Leskoviki and Premeti folk were particularly urgent both for schools
and church.

Not only among the Christians, but among the Moslems too, there was
a marked sense of nationality. A very large proportion of the
Moslems of the south were by no means, orthodox Moslems, but were
members of one of the Dervish sects, the Bektashi, and as such
suspect by the powers, at Constantinople. Between the Bektashi and
the Christians there appeared to be no friction. Mosques were not
very plentiful. I was assured by the Kaimmakam of Leskoviki that
many of the Moslem officials were Bekiashifj and attended mosque
only as a form without which they could not hold office. He was much
puzzled about Christianity and asked me to explain why the Greeks
and | Bulgars, who were both Christian, were always killing each
other. "They say to Europe," he said, "that they object to Moslem
rule. But they would certainly massacre each other if we went away.
What good is this Christianity to them?" I told him I could no more
understand it than he did.

The Bulgarian rising had had a strong repercussion in Albania. Our
relief work was everywhere believed to be a British Government
propaganda. Other Powers scattered money for their own purpose in
Turkish territory. Why not Great Britain? It was a natural
conclusion. Moreover the Bulgars themselves believed the help
brought them was from England the Power. And the name Balkan
Committee even was misleading. In the Near East a committee is a
revolutionary committee, and consists of armed komitadjis. Times
innumerable have I assured Balkan people of all races that the
Balkan Committee did not run contraband rifles, but they have never
believed it.

The Albanians everywhere asked me to assure Lord Lansdowne, then
Secretary for Foreign Affairs, that if he would only supply them
with as much money and as many arms as he had given the Bulgarians
they would undertake to make a really successful rising.

As for our Albanian testaments, Moslems as well as Christians bought
them; and the book of Genesis, with the tale of Potiphar's wife,
sold like hot cakes.

At Berat, where there was a Greek Consul and a Turkish Kaimmakam, we
were stopped by the police at the entrance of the town and all our
Albanian books were taken from us. But no objection was made to
those in Turkish and Greek. It was the language and not the contents
of the book that was forbidden. But there were plenty of
Nationalists in the town. It is noteworthy that though our errand
was well known everywhere, and people hastened to tell "the
Englishwoman" Albania's hopes and fears, not once did any one come
to tell me that Albania wanted to be joined to Greece. It was always
"Give us our own schools," "Free us from the Greek priest." At
Elbasan we found a bale of publications awaiting us, sent from
Monastir in anticipation of what would happen at Berat.

Here there was a charming old Albanian Mutasarrif, who did all he
could to make my visit pleasant and begged me to send many English
visitors. He had been Governor of Tripoli (now taken by Italy), and
told me that on returning home to Albania after very many years'
foreign service he was horrified to find his native land worse used
than any other part of the Turkish Empire with which he was
acquainted. He was hot on the school question, and declared his
intention of having Albanian taught. As for our books we might sell
as many as we pleased, the more the better. The little boys of the
Moslem school flocked to buy them, and we sold, too, to several
Albanians who wore the uniform of Turkish officers.

The Albanian periodical, published in London by Faik Bey, was known
here. A definite effort was being made at Elbasan to break with the
Greek Church. An Albanian priest had visited Rome, and there asked
leave to establish at Elbasan a Uniate Church. He was the son of a
rich man, and having obtained the assent of Rome returned with the
intention of building the church himself, and had even bought a
piece of land for it. But leave to erect a church had to be first
obtained from the Turkish Government. This he was hoping to receive
soon. The Turkish Government, aware that this was part of the
Nationalist movement, never granted the permit, though characteristically
it kept the question open for a long while. The mountains of Spata
near Elbasan are inhabited by a mountain folk in many ways
resembling the Maltsors of the north, who preserved a sort of
semi-independence. They were classed by the Christians as
crypto-Christians. I saw neither church nor mosque in the district I
visited. As for religion, each had two names. To a Moslem enquirer
he said he was Suliman; to a Christian that he was Constantino. When
called on to pay tax, as Christians in place of giving military
service, the inhabitants declined on the grounds that they all had
Moslem names and had no church. When on the other hand they were
summoned for military service they protested they were Christians.
And the Turks mostly left them alone. But they were Nationalists,
and when the proposal for a Uniate Church was mooted, declared they
would adhere to Rome. The news of this having spread, upset the
Orthodox Powers to such an extent that a Russian Vice-Consul was
sent hurriedly to the spot. The Spata men, however, who were vague
enough about religious doctrines, were very certain that they did
not want anything Russian, and the Russian who had been instructed
to buy them with gold if necessary had to depart in a hurry.

It was a district scarcely ever visited by strangers, and my visit
gave extraordinary delight.

So through Pekinj, Kavaia, Durazzo Tirana and Croia, the city of
Skenderbeg and the stronghold now of Bektashism, I arrived at last
at Scutari, and was welcomed by Mr. Summa, himself a descendant of
one of the mountain clans, formerly dragoman to the Consulate, and
now acting Vice-Consul. He was delighted about my journey, and told
me he could pass me up into the mountains wherever I pleased. He
explained to me that on my former visit, Mr. Prendergast being new
to the country had consulted the Austrian Consulate as to the
possibility of my travelling in the interior, and that the Austrians
who wished to keep foreigners out of the mountains, though they sent
plenty of their own tourists there, had given him such an alarming
account of the dangers as had caused him to tell me it was
impossible. He arranged at once for me to visit Mirdita.

The Abbot of the Mirdites, Premi Dochl, was a man of remarkable
capacity. Exiled from Albania as a young man for participation in
the Albanian league and inciting resistance to Turkish rule and the
decrees of the Treaty of Berlin, he had passed his years of exile in
Newfoundland and India as a priest, and had learned English and read
much. He was the inventor of an excellent system of spelling
Albanian by which he got rid of all accents and fancy letters and
used ordinary Roman type. He had persuaded the Austrian authorities
to use it in their schools, and was enthusiastic about the books
that he was having prepared. His schemes were wide and included the
translation of many standard English books into Albanian. And he had
opened a small school hard by his church in the mountains.

His talk was wise. He Was perhaps the most far-seeing of the
Albanian Nationalists. We stood on a height and looked over Albania
--range behind range like the stony waves of a great sea, sweeping
towards the horizon intensely and marvellously blue, and fading
finally into the sky in a pale mauve distance. He thrust out his
hands towards it with pride and enthusiasm. It was a mistake, he
said, now to work against Turkey. The Turk was no longer Albania's
worst foe. Albania had suffered woefully from the Turk. But Albania
was not dead. Far from it. There was another, and a far worse foe
--one that grew ever stronger, and that was the Slav: Russia with
her fanatical Church and her savage Serb and Bulgar cohorts ready to
destroy Albania and wipe out Catholic and Moslem alike.

He waved his hand in the direction of Ipek. "Over yonder," he said,
"is the land the Serbs called Old Serbia. But it is a much older
Albania. Now it is peopled with Albanians, many of whom are the
victims, or the children of the victims, of the Berlin Treaty:
Albanians, who had lived for generations on lands that that Treaty
handed over to the Serbs and Montenegrins, who drove them out to
starve. Hundreds perished on the mountains. Look at Dulcigno--a
purely Albanian town, threatened by the warships of the Great
Powers, torn from us by force. How could we resist all Europe? Our
people were treated by the invading Serb and Montenegrin with every
kind of brutality. And the great Gladstone looked on! Now there is
an outcry that the Albanians of Kosovo ill-treat the Slavs. Myself I
regret it. But what can they do? What can you expect? They know very
well that so long as ten Serbs exist in a place Russia will swear it
is a wholly Serb district. And they have sworn to avenge the loss of
Dulcigno.

"The spirit of the nation is awake in both Christian and Moslem.
People ask why should not we, like the Bulgars and Serbs, rule our
own land? But first we must learn, and organize. We must have time.
If another war took place now the Slavs would overwhelm us. We must
work our propaganda and teach Europe that there are other people to
be liberated besides Bulgars and Serbs. The Turk is now our only
bulwark against the Slav invader. I say therefore that we must do
nothing to weaken the Turk till we are strong enough to stand alone
and have European recognition. When the Turkish Empire breaks up, as
break it must, we must not fall either into the hands of Austria nor
of the Slavs."

And to this policy, which time has shown to have been the wise one,
he adhered steadily. He took no part in rising against the Turk, but
he worked hard by means of spread of education and information, to
attain ultimately the freedom of his country. His death during the
Great War is a heavy loss to Albania.

I promised him then that I would do all that lay in my power to
bring a knowledge of Albania to the English, and that I would work
for its freedom. He offered to pass me on to Gusihje, Djakova, or
any other district I wished, and to do all in his power to aid my
travels But I had already far exceeded my usual holiday, and appeals
to me to return to England were urgent.

I had to tear myself away from the wilderness and I was soon once
more steaming up the Lake of Scutari to Rijeka.



CHAPTER TEN.

MURDER WILL OUT

I ARRIVED in Cetinje with a Turkish trooper's saddle and a pair of
saddle-bags that contained some flintlock pistols and some beautiful
ostrich feathers given me by the Mutasarrif of Elbasan and not much
else but rags.

The news that I had come right through Albania excited Cetinje
vastly. Every English tourist who wanted to go to Scutari was warned
by the Montenegrins that it was death to walk outside the town; that
murders took place every day in the bazar; any absurd tale, in
fact, to blacken the Albanians. The Montenegrins were not best
pleased at my exploit, and full of curiosity.

I patched my elbows, clipped the ragged edge of my best skirt, and
was then told by Vuko Vuletitch that the Marshal of the Court was
waiting below to speak with me.

I descended and found the gentleman in full dress. It was a feast
day.

We greeted one another.

"His Royal Highness the Prince wishes to speak with you!" said he
with much flourish. "He requests you will name an hour when it is
convenient for you to come to the Palace."

It was the first time the Prince had noticed me, I was highly
amused, and replied:

"I can come now if His Royal Highness pleases!"

The Marshal of the Court eyed me doubtfully and hesitated. "I can
wash my hands," said I firmly, "and that is all; I have no clothes
but what I have on." My only other things were in the wash, and I
had repaired myself so far as circumstances allowed. The Marshal of
the Court returned with the message that His Royal Highness would
receive me at once "as a soldier."

I trotted obediently off with him. We arrived at the Palace. It was
a full-dress day, and the Montenegrins never let slip an occasion
for peacocking. The situation pleased me immensely. The Marshal
himself was in his very best white cloth coat and silken sash, gold
waistcoat, and all in keeping. Another glittering functionary
received me and between the two I proceeded upstairs. At the top of
the flight is a large full-length looking-glass, and for the first
time for four months I "saw myself as others saw me." Between the
two towering glittering beings was a small, wiry, lean object, with
flesh burnt copper-colour and garments that had never been anything
to boast of, and were now long past their prime. I could have
laughed aloud when I saw the Prince in full-dress with rows of
medals and orders across his wide chest, awaiting me. It is a
popular superstition, fostered by newspapers in the pay of modistes,
that in order to get on it is necessary to spend untold sums on
dress. But in truth if people really want to get something out of
you they do not care what you look like. Nor will any costume in the
world assist you if you have nothing to say.

The Prince conducted me to an inner room, greeted me politely,
begged me to be seated and then launched into a torrent of questions
about my previous years journey to Ipek. He seemed to think that my
life had not been worth a para, and that the Rugova route was
impossible. "Do you know, Mademoiselle, that what you did was
excessively dangerous?"

"Sire," said I, "it was your Montenegrins who made me do it." He
made no reply to this, but lamented that for him such a tour was out
of the question. And of all things he desired to see the Patriarchia
at Ipek and the Church of Dechani and the relics of the Sveti Kralj.
He had been told I had secured photographs of these places. If so,
would I give him copies?

I promised to send him prints from London. He thanked me, and there
was a pause. I wondered if this was what I had been summoned for,
and if I now ought to go. Then Nikita looked at me and suddenly
began: "I think, Mademoiselle, that you are acquainted with my
son-in-law, King Petar of Serbia."

Dear me, thought I, this is delicate ground. "I have not that
honour, Sire," I said. Now how far dare I go? I asked myself. Let us
proceed with caution. "I was in Serbia, Sire," I continued boldly,
"during the lifetime of the--er--late King Alexander." Nikita looked
at me. I looked at Nikita. Then he heaved a portentous sigh, a feat
for which his huge chest specially fitted him.

"A sad affair, was it not, Mademoiselle?" he asked. And he sighed
again.

Now or never, thought I, is the time for kite-flying. I gazed sadly
at Nikita; heaved as large a sigh as I was capable of, and said
deliberately: "Very sad, Sire--but perhaps necessary!"

The shot told. Nikita brought his hand down with a resounding smack
on his blue-knickerbockered thigh and cried aloud with the greatest
excitement: "Mon Dieu, but you are right, Mademoiselle! A thousand
times right! It was necessary, and it is you alone that understand.
Return, I beg you, to England. Explain it to your Foreign Office--to
your politicians--to your diplomatists!" His enthusiasm was
boundless and torrential. All would now be well, he assured me.
Serbia had been saved. If I would go to Belgrade all kinds of
facilities would be afforded me.

I was struck dumb by my own success. A reigning Sovereign had given
himself away with amazing completeness. I had but dangled the fly
and the salmon had gorged it. Such a big fish, too. Nikita, filled
with hopes that the result of this interview would be the resumption
<of diplomatic relations between England and Serbia, presented me
with a fine signed photograph of himself, summoned the Marshal of
the Court and instructed him to have it conveyed to the hotel. It
was not etiquette, it appeared, for me to carry such a burden
myself. The Interview was over.

It was abundantly clear that, in spite of all he had said to
journalists, the old man heartily approved of the manner of the
death of the last of the Obrenovitches, and had been "behind the
scenes" of it.

I had many subsequent interviews with Nikita, but though I strewed
many baits, never again caught him out so completely. Some people
think that Foreign Affairs can be successfully carried on by Prime
Ministers and Secretaries of State who speak nothing but English. I
submit that the above information could never have been extracted
through an interpreter. For an interpreter gives the other party
time to think.

By the end of a week I was back in London. It was not quite a year
since the death of Alexander. Nikita had shown plainly that he
regarded the event as a very important step in Serb history. And he
wanted me to go to Belgrade. But to me the situation was rather
obscure. I knew Montenegro was unpopular in Serbia. Perhaps Nikita
did not.

For purposes of their own the Montenegrins had risked my life
--according to their own statements--by sending me to Ipek. True, I
did not then set any value whatever on my life, so was not so brave
by a long way as they imagined, but all the same they had had no
right to do it. If I went to Belgrade at all, it should not be for
an unknown purpose and as emissary of Nikita.

Meanwhile, King Petar was necessarily entirely in the hands of the
Pretorian guard, which had put him on the throne and could send him
after Alexander if he did not please them. They soon occupied high
positions. Colonel Maschin, who had himself helped kill his
sister-in-law Draga, was made head of the General Staff, and Colonel
Damian Popovitch, the leader of the gang, who has since become
notorious for atrocities, even in the Balkans, was given the command
of the Belgrade-Danube Division, and King Petar obediently signed an
amended Constitution, which greatly curtailed his own power. An
attempt on the part of certain officers to resist the regicides was
crushed, and several were imprisoned. Serbia was, and remained,
under military rule, the object of which was the reconstruction of
Great Serbia. The Serbo-Bulgar question rapidly became acute. Prince
Ferdinand met King Petar informally in Nish railway station. In
October 1904, King Petar visited Sofia. The visit was a failure.
Prince Ferdinand was in favour of an autonomous Macedonia. The Serb
Press would not hear of such a thing. Pashitch, then Minister for
Foreign Affairs, declared that such an autonomy would injure Serbia
and be all in favour of Bulgaria. Simitch, diplomatic agent at
Sofia, insisted that under such an autonomy Bulgarian annexation was
concealed and should that take place, the Serbs would fight till
either Serbia or Bulgaria was destroyed. Both men thus admitted that
Macedonia was not Serb. But they wanted Bulgar aid to crush the
Albanian, in order that Serbia might take Albanian territory. "Heads
I win; tails you lose." Bulgaria was to gain nothing. Serbia meant
to be top dog. The Serbian Press attacked Prince Nikola so violently
that an indignation meeting was held at Cetinje and the populace
crowded outside the palace and shouted "Zhivio." The tug between
Petrovitch and Karageorgevitch had begun. The regicides had not
ended the Obrenovitches to be baulked by the Petrovitches.

A stealthy campaign against Prince Nikola now began, which emanated
from Belgrade and had, I am inclined to believe, Russian support.

A ludicrous episode was the arrival in London of Prince Albert
Ghika, a Roumanian, who announced himself to the Press as a claimant
to the Albanian throne, and was taken seriously even by some quite
respectable journals. It was indeed bad luck for him that he timed
his visit to correspond with my return from Albania, for I was able
to state that, far from being accepted by the whole nation, I had
never even heard his name mentioned. In a very amusing interview I
had with him I ascertained that he did not know a word of the
language of his adopted country. His plans were grandiose, and
included Constantinople as capital. "Pourquoi pas?" he asked. It
would prevent the Great Powers from quarrelling over it, and
therefore make for peace! His curled mustachios, his perfumes, his
incomparable aplomb, his airs of a "Serene Highness" formed a
magnificent stock-in-trade. But even the fact that he offered me a
magnificent salary to be Maid of Honour or Lady-in-Waiting (I forget
which) at the Court of Albania did not persuade me to espouse his
cause, which disappeared into thin air so soon as the newspapers had
a fresh sensation.

Nevertheless Albert Ghika hung around the back doors of the Balkans
for some time. It was only in Albania that he was unknown.

CHAPTER ELEVEN.

1905

Coming events cast their shadows before.--CAMPBELL.

This holiday was eventful. On the steamer I was addressed politely
by an Albanian who had read my name on my bag. He said he had seen
me a week before in Venice, and proved it by describing my
companions. Said calmly he had purposely shipped on the same boat,
knew all about me, but preferred to be known himself as "the
Egyptian." He was a storehouse of tales of political intrigue, and
yarned till near midnight on the deck as we slid through the
phosphorescent sea. Of Ghika and his doings he was well informed.
All Ghikas, he said, suffered badly from the same incurable
complaint--a hole in the pocket--a disease, alas, common to many
other honest men! At any rate Albert Ghika's claim to the Albanian
throne had obtained him a rich bride, which was always something.
That he really expected to mount that throne was in the highest
degree improbable, for he was no fool. "How much has the lady?" I
could not enlighten him. "How the English journals accepted him
amazes me! But they gave him a reclame enorme. And he had not a sou.
Now he has some gold. But no one in Albania knows him, and he has no
party there." Followed tales of another "celebrity," Lazarevitch,
who claimed descent from Tsar Lazar of Kosovo fame and was,
according to "the Egyptian," the finest intriguer in Europe: "not a
plot has happened in which he has not had, if not his index, his
little finger. He played a large part in the Dreyfus case. And, like
Ghika, he has married a rich wife, Only once has he been taken in,
and that was by Shaban. You know Shaban? Shaban was really called
Dossi. He was employed by Cook in Egypt as a dragoman, and dismissed
from that service doubtless for good reasons. He dressed himself in
a Gheg costume, got an introduction to Lazarevitch, and said he was
an Albanian Bey who wanted to make a Serbo-Albanian alliance against
Bulgar pretensions. Lazarevitch jumped at this. The first time he
was ever taken in. He gave Shaban several hundred pounds. Shaban had
a friend who was a tailor. Faik Bey, who was in London, saw Shaban
and denounced him as an impostor. The tailor ran away to Greece with
all the money, and was at once arrested there. So Shaban got
nothing. Why did the Greeks arrest the tailor? Because of the
English gold of course. Probably he was guilty of something or other
too. But they would not have troubled about it but for the gold.
They got that." He out-Antonied Hope and made Phroso tame compared
to the real Balkans. Much more he told and much proved true. But he
was obviously a dangerous travelling companion, and when he told me
he proposed passing some days with me in the Bocche di Cattaro, I
abruptly changed my plan of staying there, hailed a Montenegrin
carriage which was waiting on the quay at Cattaro and drove straight
to Cetinje.

Later, I received from Paris a gilt-edged letter with a Royal crown
upon it from Aladri Kastrioti, the elderly and amiable gentleman who
claimed descent from Skenderbeg and toyed with the idea of ascending
the Albanian throne himself. He had, in fact, a considerable
following in the Northern mountains, for the name of Skenderbeg was
one to conjure with, and the Turkish Government prohibited the sale
of his picture post cards. He wrote that his secretary, "the
Egyptian," had reported his success in making my acquaintance and
begged that on my return I would meet him in Paris and discuss
matters of importance. This invitation I never accepted.

Cetinje I found bubbling over Albert Ghika. He had come with such
good letters of introduction that the Prince had appointed
Matanovitch as a sort of guard of honour to him. But when it became
apparent that he meant to use Montenegro as a safe spot whence to
make trouble across the border, and even began to scatter picture
post cards of the future King and Queen of Albania, he was asked to
leave the country. Matanovitch was very much chaffed about his share
in the expedition.

Orthodox Easter was due. I was told that having had an audience last
year it was correct for me to telegraph Easter greetings to Prince
Nikola, who was in his winter quarters at Rijeka. In reply came an
official intimation that I should call on him at three o'clock next
day. I was met by an officer of the Court and taken to the audience.
The old man was in the doorway when I arrived, and was very
friendly. He was, I fancy, bored to death at Rijeka, and glad of a
visitor from the great world outside. He led me into a small room
and insisted on my taking a very large chair, evidently his own
seat, while he sat down on one much too small for him, and began
very vividly to tell me of his first fight at Vuchidol in 1876 and
of the great battle of Grahovo where twelve of his relatives had
lost their heads. He was very lively, and there was something
extraordinarily old-world, even mediaeval, about him. I felt I was
in a by-gone century--at latest with Rob Roy. We must eat together
he said, and we had an odd meal of ham, hardboiled eggs, bread and
weak tea into which he hospitably insisted on putting five large
lumps of sugar with his Royal fingers. He pressed me to eat also the
wing of a fowl, but as it was but 3 p.m. this was quite impossible
for me. So after hoarse house-keeping whispers to his man, a bottle
of Marsala was produced and we drank healths. He questioned me about
my Albanian experiences and roared with laughter. He said the
Albanians would certainly put me to ransom some day, and promised
himself to contribute handsomely. He dug in the pockets of his
capacious breeches and fished out some beautifully decorated Easter
eggs a peasant had just given him, and presented one to me. Of his
people he spoke as though they were all little children. He meant
well by them. Truly. But so do many parents, who forget their
children are grown up. He meant them to go his way, not theirs. A
fatal error. He was very anxious to know how much money I had been
paid for my book, and was as inquisitive about my pecuniary
situation as the most upcountry of his subjects, and hoped the book
would bring hosts of wealthy tourists to the land. I stirred him up
by telling him that the Albanians intended some day to make a state
larger than Montenegro and take back Antivari and Podgoritza.

"Let them come!" said the old man stoutly. His eyes twinkled and he
laughed while he clasped his revolver, confessing he would not be
averse to a little war--but there was Europe to be considered.
Meanwhile I was to be sure and go to see Grahova and Vuchidol. After
a good three-quarters of an hour's talk he saw me to the door and
shouted good-bye from the doorstep.

At Nyegushi I engaged as guide one Krsto, recommended me in 1903 at
Andrijevitza by a botany professor from Prague, and while our start
was preparing went with Kapetan Gjuro Vrbitza and another officer by
a track to the mountain's edge whence we could look directly down
upon Cattaro. A gun emplacement was made there later. The two
Montenegrins amused themselves by hurling stones into Austrian
territory--feeling ran then strongly against Austria. For the first
time I heard the song:

Franz Josef da Bog ti ubio. Ti si strashno zlo uchinio!
(Franz Josef, may God strike thee dead. Thou hast wrought terrible
evil.)


Russia was still madly struggling with Japan. It was the Tsar's own
fault, said popular opinion. Prince Nikola had offered to send a
large Montenegrin army and he had declined it. Consequently only
nineteen volunteers, including two of Krsto's own relatives, had
gone to Russia's aid. Otherwise "Portartur" would never have
fallen. Krsto's cousin was engineer on one of Rozhdjestvcnski's
ships. Every one believed England had tried to Sink them by
concealing Japanese torpedo boats among the fishing fleet. They,
however, kindly absolved me from complicity in the affair, mainly
because I had been to Ipek.

France, as Russia's ally, had sprung into high favour and was
contemplating the erection of a "nouveau art" Legation. And the
new French Minister's little boy put his hands behind his back when
introduced to me, and said: "I cannot shake hands with you,
Mademoiselle, till you assure me you are not the friend of the
Yellow Monkeys." Thus are peace and goodwill taught to children in
the "civilized" lands of West Europe.

I started for Vuchidol, which the Prince had expressly desired me to
visit, by way of Grahovo. Each village knew of my ride to Ipek, and
received me with enthusiasm. Each told the same tale. The rising
planned to take place throughout the Balkans in 1904 had been
stopped by the misfortunes of the Russo-Japanese War. Montenegro was
aghast at the duration of the war, and her faith in Russia as a God
Almighty was badly shaken.

Feeling ran high against Bulgaria, for a rumour, started, it was
said, by Chedo Miyatovitch, declared that England had promised
Constantinople to Prince Ferdinand, and this would interfere with
the reconstruction of Great Serbia, which was to be made at all
costs. We little thought then the stupendous price the world would
pay for it!

There was some dread lest, Russia being now occupied in the Far
East, Austria should move. On the way we picked up an old man of the
Banyani tribe, over six feet, and hook-nosed. He pointed out
landmarks with his long chibouk, carried an old flintlock, and
seemed to live in terror of enemies. "Golden pobratim!" he said
earnestly to Krsto, "dear brother, listen! My house is but two hours
from the frontier. The Austrians can come. Thank God I have this
gun! The Tsar of Russia should send plenty of soldiers, then we
could live in safety." Nor could we reassure him. He was going to
Cetinje to beg the Gospodar to write to the Tsar for troops. "May God
slay me, dear brother, but the clanger is great." I stood him a
drink and he went tracking over the mountains Cetinje-wards with his
antique weapon.

We went on through a land the filth and poverty of which Is
unimaginable to those who have never left England. The sterile
waterless rocks make it impossible to live with any decency. The
worst English slum is luxury in comparison. Barely enough water to
drink. None to wash in. One day I had nothing but dirty melted snow
out of a hole. Vermin swarmed and no one worried about them. "If we
had only as many gold pieces as lice," said folk cheerfully, "this
would be the richest land in Europe." The population, in truth, was
probably better off in Turkish times, when it lived by sheep-stealing
and raiding caravans. Montenegro has never been self-supporting, and
since frontier raids were stopped the chief trade of the people had
been smuggling tobacco and coffee into Austria. Krsto and his
relative were keen smugglers, and knew every nook in the Bocche di
Cattaro. Now, in return for various works that she was to do, Italy
had been given the tobacco monopoly and a duty was imposed.
Montenegro was furious. The vigilance of the Austrian police had
made it hard enough to earn a living before. This made this worse.
Death to the Italians! God slay Austria! And Russia actually looking
on and doing nothing.

We arrived one evening at Crkvitza, near the Austrian frontier. A
dree hole; a han filthy beyond all words; no horse fodder, the
Kapetan absent and his secretary drunk; a lonely schoolhouse to
which some fifty children descended daily from the surrounding
mountains. To spare me the horrors of the han, the schoolmaster
kindly offered to put me up. But even his house swarmed with bugs
and ticks. I rose very early next morning, saddled and packed, and
was about to flee from the place, when the secretary came
triumphantly waving a telegram and told me I was under arrest. The
drink-fuddled creature, thinking to "cut a dash" during his chief's
absence, had wired to the police at Nikshitch, "A man dressed as a
woman has come from across the Austrian frontier." The reply said,
"Detain him till further orders." The telegraph station was eight
hours' march distant, but he had sent some one in haste on
horseback. There was a terrible row. The populace was on my side. My
British passport was, of course, useless. Krsto thought his honour
impugned, and I feared he would shoot. Might I return under armed
escort to the village of the telegraph office where they knew me?
No. All I was allowed to do was to send a man on foot with a
telegram for the Minister for Foreign Affairs and await the reply.
So I was interned for nearly twenty-four hours in the han and spent
the night in a filthy hole with a man, a boy, a woman, a quantity of
pigeons, and swarms of lice and bugs. When the reply came from
Voyvoda Gavro saying I was free to go where I pleased, the secretary
was flabbergasted. It sobered him, and he was afraid of what he had
done. I went on to Vuchidol as I had promised, though the Prince
little knew what he was letting me in for.

The affair excited Cetinje wildly. Before I left every one had been
lamenting that there was now no English Minister in Montenegro. I
had been prayed, by Dushan Gregovitch and others, to write to The
Times on the subject, to arouse Parliament, and somehow or other get
England represented in the country. Now the cry was changed: "God be
praised," cried they fervently, "there is no British Minister in
Cetinje." "Thanks be to God, there is not even a British Consul."
Voyvoda Gavro put his head out of "Foreign Affairs," which was then
a cottage in the main street, and shouted for explanations. The
dismay was comical. Early next morning an officer pursued me in the
street and said the Prince wanted to see me, at once. He was sitting
on the top of the steps as he was used to do before the palace was
altered, and he too seemed quite overwhelmed with the international
complication. Krsto had already given the police a highly coloured
account.

The secretary of Crkvitza, the Prince hastened to assure me, would
be punished. I said that if he were punished the result would be
that when a real spy arrived he would Hot be arrested. For me the
affair was a mere travel episode, not worth troubling about.

Then came the crux. The Prince was terrified lest I should write to
The Times and shatter his golden dreams of wealthy tourists. The
whole Montenegrin Government trembled before the possibility of such
a catastrophe. I promised cheerfully not to write to any paper at
all. |Nor till now have I mentioned the affairs.

So the matter was settled, to the obvious relief of poor old Nikita,
who was most grateful and seemed much surprised that I required no
vengeance.

I started again, this time for Nikshitch and the Durmitor, with the
intention of going into Turkish territory if possible.

At Rijeka I was taken to the small-arms factory on the river, the
primitive machinery being worked by water power. Here were men busy
fitting new stocks to old rifles, Russian ones. I was told that one
was being prepared for every man in Bosnia and the Herzegovina. When
all were ready they would be smuggled in. I was taken aback at this,
but found when playing the phonograph in the evening to a large
party, that the notion of a not distant war with Austria accompanied
by a great Balkan rising was generally accepted. Still more was I
surprised to hear talk against the Prince. He and his sons were
accused of taking all the best land and doing nothing with it. And
the question of the tobacco regie raged. Podgoritza I found greatly
changed. The outer world had rushed in on it. The tobacco factory
dominated the town. "God willing, we shall burn it down!" said the
populace cheerfully. True, it employed many hands, but they
complained the pay was low, though they admitted that the girls had
never earned anything before. In truth, regular work was a new thing
in Montenegro. The end of the days of indefinite coffee- and
rakia-drinking and recounting of past battles was now approaching.
The middle ages were leaping at one bound into the twentieth
century, and the Montenegrin was angry and puzzled.

The Italians had undertaken to construct a railway, quays, and
harbour works, and offered fair wages for workmen. The Montenegrins
demanded fantastic payment and imagined that by standing out they
would get it. To their astonishment the Italians imported gangs of
far better workmen and finished the work. Then the Montenegrins
cursed the Italians and hated them bitterly. Even Montenegrin
officers openly boasted that they did not know the price of the
regie tobacco as they smoked only contraband, and feeling ran so
high that the Italian Monopol buildings at Antivari were attacked
and damaged.

At Podgoritza I met again the Albanian coachman Shan, who had served
me very faithfully on my previous visits. He took me to the house of
his family. A striking contrast to the Montenegrin houses, it was
spick and span and even pretty, for the Albanian has artistic
instincts, whereas the Montenegrin has none. Left to himself, his
taste is deplorable.

Further signs of change in the land soon showed themselves. Rijeka
had already grumbled. At Danilovgiati I was at once approached by a
youth, who proudly showed me a Serbian paper containing his portrait
and verses by himself. He was lately come from Belgrade, where he
was a student, one of the many who have there been made tools of by
unscrupulous political intriguers. He indignantly inveighed against
the poverty of Montenegro and ascribed every evil to the Prince. I
suggested that the Montenegrins themselves were among the laziest on
God's earth, and could with energy do very much more with their
land. But he blamed "the Government" for everything. No learning,
no progress, he declared, was possible. You could not even import
the books you wanted. He hurled his accusations broadcast and then,
for he took his literary qualifications very seriously, sat down and
wrote a verse about me after considerable labour and much sprawling
over the table.

Danilovgrad was the home of another reformer, Dr. Marusitch, a
Montenegrin who had but recently returned from Manchuria after many
years' service as a surgeon in the Russian Army. A wild,
enthusiastic creature--good-natured, well-meaning and indiscreet. For
Montenegro he was rich. He had just married an extremely beautiful
young woman, and the hospitality of the two was unbounded. He at
once asked me to stay six months as his guest and write, with his
aid, the standard book on Montenegro. Like all who had lived in
Russia, he was a hard drinker and tipped down alcohol in alarming
quantities. He was a strange mixture of the old world and the new.
Took me to see the grave of Bajo Radovitch, who fell in
1876 after having cut off fifteen Turkish heads; admired the bloody
feat, but blamed Germany for keeping up militarism. He had no
opinion at all of the Montenegrin Government, and poured out a
torrent of plans for its reform. He was all for peace, he said, and
wanted to rearrange all the world--which badly needed it. I little
thought what would be his fate when I wished him goodbye, and
promised to look him up next year.

On the road to Nikshitch we came up with the military wagons
carrying weapons, mainly revolvers and sword bayonets up-country for
distribution. Russia had sent a revolver for each man in the
country, and great was the rejoicing. Russia, when she re-armed her
forces, usually bestowed the old weapons lavishly on Montenegro.
Artillery was soon to follow.

We left the road and struck up-country towards Durmitor, along with
a string of pack-horses laden with the Russian weapons which went
with an armed escort. By the way we passed two stones recording
recent murders, showing that blood feuds were not yet extinct.

At Zhabljak, Durmitor, I spent two amusing days seeing the
distribution of arms. Men flocked in from all parts, were delighted
with their new toys, and Russia leapt up in every one's estimation.
No ammunition was served out for, as an officer remarked, "It would
all be wasted." They conversed on blood and battle and clicked their
new revolvers. "How we should like to go over and try them on the
Turks," they said. "But we dare not cross the border because of the
Powers."

Two chetas (battalions) were armed and had left when a bugle sounded
of a sudden. "That means third cheta assemble!" shouted Krsto. All
rushed out. Sure enough a telegram had arrived saying "The Turks are
over the border! Mobilize at once!"

Every one was delighted. The men hustled into their great-coats. The
women stuffed bread and a bottle of rakia into their torbitzas. The
officers saddled their own horses, and in a very short time the
third cheta was drawn up in line on the hill-top by the church in
marching order. The commandant made a speech. They were to behave as
Montenegrin heroes. They were not to fire a shot till the word was
given, and above all they were to do nothing that would "look
crooked in the eyes of Europe." They were a wild lot, in every kind
of ragged garment. Had had a few months' drill, so marched in step
for the first twenty yards. Then they broke rank, howled a war cry
and rushed over the hill like a pack of wolves on the trail, firing
their rifles as they went. Their officer followed on horseback and
as he topped the brow, turned in his saddle and emptied his revolver
over our heads. We sat up all night, every one wild for war.
Bandages and carbolic arrived on a mule. There was in fact some
fighting on the other side of the border between Albanians and Serbs
near Bijelopolje. War, of course, did not ensue. But for some days
the frontier was all lined with troops.

Meanwhile I wanted to go on to Plevlje in Turkish territory, and had
to wait till the local governor thought safe to let me pass. While
waiting I heard here, too, more rumours about the Prince. He was
accused of having poisoned the Minister of Justice, who had died
suddenly after dining with him. The dead man's family lived here.
They said an Austrian doctor had said it was not poison. But there
was much talk about it, and folk seemed unconvinced. I never learnt
the truth of it. The route at length being open, we crossed the
swift Tara at the bottom of a deep gorge on a most primitive ferry
of seven planks lashed together in a triangle, and the Turkish
gendarmerie on the opposite bank furnished guide and horses. Krsto
had to leave his revolver behind, and having never in his life been
out without one, was as nervous as a cat and saw brigands in every
bush. At which I laughed.

Plevlje then was a strange sight. On one side were modern up-to-date
Austrian houses with a park, smart barracks and an inn. On the hills
behind it in immense letters of white stone were the initials of
Franz Josef. The opposite side of the town was occupied by the
Turkish Army, wonderfully smart, as if in competition with Austria,
and a Crescent marked the hill on that side. Between the two lay the
native town and bazar.

The local Turkish Governor was an Albanian, Suliman Pasha. He was
delighted to have an English visitor, explained to me the difficulty
of his position, with enemy lands, Austria, Montenegro and Serbia on
three sides of the Sanjak, all intriguing to obtain it, and enemy
soldiers quartered in the town. Austria he was confident was
preparing to move shortly. He believed that even then they had more
troops in the Sanjak than was allowed by treaty.

He pressed me to continue my journey to Mitrovitza and to Prizren,
where the Russians were, he said, stirring up trouble. But the
strict time limit of my holiday made this impossible. The result of
the Murzsteg arrangement was, according to him, that Austria and
Russia regarded the Peninsula as to be shortly theirs, and were
working hard to extend their spheres of influence. Each, under the
so-called reform schemes, had put their gendarmerie in the districts
they could work from best. They had put England in an unimportant
place. England ought to have insisted on being on the frontiers,
then the importation of arms could have been prevented. As it was,
Austria and Russia were both smuggling arms in by means of their
gendarmerie. Russia wanted to provoke a rising of Christians in
order to rush in "to save the Christians." Austria wanted to foment
differences between Moslem and Catholic, and, being nearest to the
spot, hoped Europe would again request her to "restore order" as
in Bosnia. "Then she will be one day's march nearer Salonika," said
the Pasha. I believe his statements were correct.

I had an introduction to one of the leading Serbs of the town, Filip
Gjurashkovitch. The Gjurashkovitch family had left Montenegro owing,
as we have seen, to a fierce quarrel with the Petrovitches. Had
fled, as usual, to Turkish territory and had, for years, held
official positions, Filip had lived in Durazzo, and was strongly in
favour of the establishment of an independent Albania, declaring
that the trouble with the Albanians was due entirely to Turkish
misrule. If given a chance of education they were among the most
intelligent of the Peninsula. He emphasized this by pointing out
that Suliman Pasha was an Albanian, and only a man of great skill
could have kept the peace for twenty years between two rival
garrisons both in the same town.

It was Whitsuntide, and several thousand pilgrims arrived at the
Troitza Monastery, just outside the town, from Montenegro, Serbia,
and even the Herzegovina, as well as from the surrounding villages.
Especially a number of schoolmasters assembled, all of whom ran
propaganda schools in the district; I thus learnt much of what was
going on. The schoolmasters were nearly all Montenegrins and
regarded the Sanjak as "their claim." They were furious with
Austria, because they had ordered a quantity of the usual propaganda
prints, grotesque portraits of Stefan Dushan, Milosh Obilitch, the
nine Yugovitches, etc., for their schools in order to preach Great
Serbia. Had had them sent by Austrian post so that they might not
fall into the hands of the Turks--and the Austrians had stopped
them. There was no Russian Consul there to see to it. Nor could
Russia be relied on entirely. Two Russian officials had been
recently to Miloshevo Monastery, near Prijepolje, and had declared
the language spoken there to be Bulgar. And it was the place where
St. Sava was buried! They were furious. Russian monks were now
firmly established at Detchani. That was all right. None of them
wanted reforms introduced into the Turkish Empire, because then
there would be no hope of tearing it to pieces. As in Macedonia I
found the approved method was to start a massacre and then cry to
Europe for help. On all sides I heard again that the great Balkan
rising had been stopped by the Russo-Japanese War. The Archimandrite
of the Monastery was bitter about Russia. "What does Russia want
with Manchuria? She has gone to take distant land that is no affair
of hers and has left her brethren in the Balkans unhelped. God's
curse is upon her." They were disgusted that Ferdinand of Bulgaria
had been guest at the German wedding. He was an arch plotter, but a
fool. "He wants to be Tsar of a wide land. But he will not succeed.
He has weakened the Serb position by his propaganda, but he will
never have Constantinople. Russia would trundle him out. She means
to have Constantinople. No one else will." King Petar was Serbia's
only hope, but the propaganda against him was active. England's
attitude about the murder was incomprehensible to them. Had
Alexander not been killed he would have allowed Austria to build and
control a railway through Serbia. The Montenegrins jeered at Serbia,
"a country that has a new ministry every few months." None of them
seemed to think it counted. And none seemed to see the point of all
working for a common cause. Whether they were pro- or anti-Petrovitch,
they took it for granted Montenegro was to be the head of Great
Serbia. For Austria they had nothing but contempt, and said
pleasantly that all Austrian officers looked as if about to bear
twins. You had only to run in a bayonet and the beer would run out.
They had, however, no right to talk of drink, for the pilgrimage was
an orgy of rakia, beer and wine.

From Plevlje I rode to Prijepolje, the furthest military outpost of
Austria. There were but one hundred Christian houses in it.
Nevertheless there was a schoolmaster industriously teaching "Great
Serbia" and "patriotism." The Turkish Government was powerless to
prevent this revolutionary work, as any interference would have
brought protests from the Powers about "persecuting Christians."

The whole of the Sanjak from Mitrovitza to the Austrian frontier was
inhabited almost entirely by Serb-speaking Slavs, the bulk of whom
were Moslem. Large numbers were descendants of those evicted from
Montenegro or Serbia in 1878, and were therefore not well disposed
to either land. Krsto was not at all pleased to find that they had
changed their habitat for the better and settled in land more
fertile than that from which they had been driven. He naively told
me he had hoped they had all starved.

Returning to Plevlje I found great excitement about me, as the
Austrian authorities had hitherto believed that Plevlje could be
reached only by Austrian post cart from the Austrian frontier,
accompanied by an armed escort. An Austrian officer and the Consul
hurried to interview me. They were polite and friendly, but
cross-examined me severely as to the purpose of my visit, and were
obviously displeased that an unarmed tourist could come straight
across country and wander round without their leave or knowledge.
The Consul was a Croat and vehemently anti-Serb. He told me that the
Montenegrins had been guilty of starting the recent fighting near
Bijelopolje, and that it had been led by a Montenegrin officer.

The Montenegrin version was that the Moslem Albanians drove some
sheep on to a Christian grazing-ground; that the Christians drove
them off again and so the fight began; that all the Christians there
wore Montenegrin caps, and so the tale of the officer was untrue.
The Moslems swore to the truth of the officer tale. Judging by the
celerity with which the Montenegrin troops were despatched to the
frontier I incline to think it was "a put up job."

News came in of the sinking of the Russian fleet by the Japanese. It
produced a deep sensation. Formerly every Serb and Montenegrin had
jeered at me because we took so long beating the Boers. Now when it
appeared that heathens, believed to be black, were at the least
inflicting heavy loss on Holy Russia, they felt as though the
universe were falling. I noted in my diary: "Out here one feels very
keenly the tituppy state of politics. Anything likely to upset the
apple-cart should be avoided."

I returned without adventure to Nikshitch, and thence to Nyegushi by
a very bad mountain track.

By now it was midsummer and blazing hot. I stayed at Krsto's hut,
and slept in a sort of outhouse called the "magazin," built to hold
contraband goods by an ancestor. By day the cloudless sky closed
down on us like a lid and shut out every breath of air. The little
cabbages wilted in yellow rows and the inhabitants of Nyegushi, like
true Montenegrins, spent the day smoking and vainly watching for the
sign of a cloud, instead of fetching water for their gardens.

At midday the limestone rocks glared and the shadows lay like ink
blots. Only at night, when a soft wind stole up from the Bocche di
Cattaro, did Nyegushi come to life. Then we gathered on a mound
behind Krsto's hut and the neighbours flocked to hear the "monogram"
as they persistently called my phonograph. So soon as its raucous
voice arose, folk who had gone to bed emerged and joined the party
just as they were. But this merely means that they were barefoot and
revolverless, for no one undresses in the Near East.

My repertoire was limited, and I played "God Save the King" till I
realized what must be the sufferings of the Royal Family. For
Montenegro was all agog about King Edward.

When King Edward was last at Marienbad he had met and spoken with
Prince Mirko and his wife Princess Natalie. Nor was it surprising,
for the Princess was rarely beautiful, her figure as perfect as her
face; and her lovely head was poised upon a flawless neck and
shoulders. She would have shone in any court in Europe, and it was a
hard fate which gave her to the second son of Montenegro. She, poor
young thing, was one of the pawns in the game which the Petrovitch
dynasty was playing for Great Serbia, and she dreamed of Queendom.

Edward VII admired her and the news flashed through Montenegro. It
was in the Glas and the Korbiro (correspondence bureau), the ne plus
ultra of fashionable intelligence. Excitement reached boiling-point
when it was reported that King Edward in person had seen "our Mirko"
and his wife off at the station and promised to call on them in
Montenegro. Montenegro felt it had not lived in vain. So the
villagers called for "God save the King" endlessly, and under the
stars at night tried quite unsuccessfully to learn it, for
Montenegrin music is not on our scale and flows weirdly in semitones
and less than semitones, and in spite of strenuous efforts our
national anthem always trailed off into a hopeless caterwaul. But we
all agreed that King Edward would be very much surprised when he
heard the song and the "monogram" among the rocks of Nyegushi.

He never heard it. For meanwhile strings were pulling and fortunes
changing. I returned to England, leaving the Montenegrins hopeful
that he would come some day, and extorting from me a promise to be
there with the "monogram".

Briefly, the history of my 1905 holiday may be summed up thus.
Russia was powerless, and the dismayed Balkan States could not move
without her. Austria had a free hand, and seemed likely to take
advantage of Russia's plight. (It should be remembered to her credit
that she did not.) There was very marked discontent in Montenegro
against the Prince, and it was quite obviously engineered from
Serbia, and perhaps from Russia too. The struggle for supremacy
between father-in-law and son-in-law, Nikola and Petar, had begun.
But Montenegro still believed itself as indubitably the head of
Great Serbia. Even the malcontents wanted only to lead Montenegro to
Prizren and glory, and were possibly unaware they were being used as
cat's paws. Hatred between Serbia and Bulgaria was growing in
intensity, and a war-spirit was very evidently stimulated by the
fresh arrival of Russian arms in Montenegro.

That the Prince himself was aware of the undercurrent of feeling
against him was shown a little later by his sudden bid for
popularity. To the surprise of all the land and of the foreign
Ministers, including Russia, he granted the Ustav (Constitution) in
November, on St. Luke's Day. Montenegro was to elect a Parliament in
which each tribe would be represented. He would teach his people
self-government before he left them. It was admirably intended.
Montenegro, astonished and excited, at once surcharged all the
postage stamps.

Prince Nikola had made a bold bid for popularity. But he did not
know the web that was already winding around him. On returning to
London I found the Serbian, Alexander Jovitchitch, who had been
informally representing Serbia since the murder of Alexander, much
excited. The British Government, for no visible reason, was coming
to the conclusion that all should be forgotten and forgiven, and
diplomatic relations resumed with Serbia. As it was inconvenient to
have no communication at all, England had adopted a sort of
"We really can't ask you to dinner but you may talk with the cook
over the area railings" attitude towards Jovitchitch and allowed him
to call at the Foreign Office. Now, having suffered long at the back
door, he was much hurt to find that on resumption of relations he
was to retire in favour of M. Militchevitch, the former Serb
Minister, the same who in 1902 had had to clear me of the charge of
being a Karageorgevitch. By way of cheering Jovitchitch I said
things Serb were indeed looking up. Relations were to be resumed
with Serbia, and King Edward had promised to visit Montenegro.
Jovitchitch, to my surprise, fired up. He told me sharply that the
King would never go to Montenegro. It could not be permitted. "But
why?" I asked, astonished. "Because Serbia is the leading state.
It would be an insult to the Serb race if King Edward went to
Cetinje before Belgrade! It has been represented to him and he has
dropped the project."

That King Edward, after all he and the British Government had said
about the murders, should now be so sensitive of Serbia's feelings
that, to please Petar Karageorgevitch, Edward VII should change his
holiday plans, was a little astonishing.

The reason has since then come to light. We were bound to France by
the Entente Cordiale, and France was bound to Russia. Petar
Karageorgevitch was Russia's choice. Russia had quite decided that
Bulgaria, by means of which she had first planned to work, would
never voluntarily be her vassal state and act as land-bridge to
Constantinople, and had therefore, in 1903, definitely preferred
Serbia. But she could not support two heads for Great Serbia. One
must go. England must not hob-nob with Montenegro. This was the
first definite outside sign that there was to be a struggle between
Serbia and Montenegro. France's military policy was tied fast to
Russia's. And in December of that year--1905--we know now that
"military conversations" were begun between France and England. They
appear to have been far reaching. If France and England were to
concoct military plans together it was clear England must recognize
Russia's Balkan agent--Serbia. The situation was the more
remarkable, for Edward VII had always been on the best terms with
Franz Josef. And it was precisely because Alexander Obrenovitch
wished to make alliance with Austria that he was slaughtered. Poor
King Edward may have thought he was peace-making, but he little knew
the Balkans.

In June 1906, England formally resumed relations with Serbia, an
event of far higher import than any one but Russia realized at the
time.

It is a date that ends a chapter of Balkan history. Till then Serbia
was a petty Balkan state whose history had been punctuated by
political murder, who had been aided from time to time by Russia,
but quite as often by Austria, and who had usually been recognized
as part of the Austrian "sphere." She now formed part of the
combine against the Central Powers, and had the support of France,
Russia and England.

Montenegro, on the other hand, "the Tsar's only friend," besung by
Tennyson, bepraised by Gladstone (mainly, it is true, because
neither of these well-meaning gentlemen had ever been there), now
fell from her high position. Montenegro had had the praise of
England's great men, and the political and financial support of
Russia. But from the day when England and France began "military
Conversations" the tables were turned. Prince Nikola might strive
for popularity with "Constitutions," but, unless a miracle
happened, the fate of the Petrovitches was sealed. They would never
ascend the throne of Great Serbia.

And the fate of Europe was sealed too.



CHAPTER TWELVE

BOSNIA AND THE HERZEGOVINA

The Lamp of the Past illumines the Present.

The summer of 1906 saw me no longer restricted to two months'
travel, but free to go where I pleased for as long as I liked. I
planned a great scheme for the study and comparison of the
traditions and customs of all the Balkan races, and in August
started for Bosnia.

In ancient days all Bosnia and the Herzegovina formed part of
Illyria, and was inhabited by the ancestors of the modern Albanian.
Thousands of prehistoric graves, similar to those found also in
Serbia and Albania, are scattered over the land. A huge cemetery
exists at Glasinatz above Serajevo. The multitude of objects found
in these graves reveal a very early Iron Age. Bosnia was one of
Europe's earliest "Sheffields." Iron tools and bronze ornaments show
that their makers were skilled workmen. The ornaments are of
particular interest, as many are very similar in design to those
still worn by Balkan peasantry, and as the bulk of Balkan
silversmiths are Albanians or Vlachs both craft and design would
appear to have been handed down from very ancient days.

The Illyrians were great warriors. "The difficulty," says J. B.
Bury, the eminent historian of the later Roman Empire, "experienced
by the Romans in subduing and incorporating the brave tribes is well
known." Briefly, Rome's first punitive expedition to Illyria was in
230 B.C., but the land was not finally annexed till 169 A.D.

The Romans colonized Illyria. Christianity reached the coast early
and slowly penetrated inland. Illyria formed part of the
Patriarchate of Rome, and Latin became the official language
throughout the Peninsula, save in the extreme south and south-east
coast-line. Up-country and in the mountains the people evidently
retained their own speech, that from which modern Albanian derives.
The people in the plains, in direct contact with the Roman settlers,
developed a sort of bastard Latin speech and doubtless intermarried
largely with the Romans. They and their language exist to-day. They
are known as the Kutzovlachs, and are thickly settled on the old
Roman routes and the hill-tops. As frequently happens in history,
but is invariably forgotten by those who go out to conquer, the
marked individuality of the vanquished speedily re-asserted itself
and gradually absorbed the victor. The Roman Empire shortly split in
twain, and the East was largely ruled by Emperors of native Balkan
blood, Diocletian, Constantine the Great, and many of lesser note.
Greatest of all was Justinian (527-565), who was of Illyrian birth
and succeeded his uncle Justin, a common soldier risen to the
purple.

"In four departments," says Bury, "Justinian has won immortal fame.
In warfare, in architecture, in law and in Church history." To him
the world owes St. Sofia. He and his uncle Justin both strove
against the schism between the Roman and Byzantine Churches, and he
was powerful enough to carry a measure which tended to unity by
modifying, the Synod of Chalcedon without breaking with Rome. And he
prided himself upon speaking Latin. Yet there are those to-day who
would hand over his Church of the Holy Wisdom to Greek propagandists.
He dealt the final blow at Paganism and denounced the Manicheans--of
whom we shall hear much later--and enacted severe laws against them.

The history of modern Bosnia begins in Justinian's reign. The Slavs
then began to threaten the Empire. Tribes began to drift across the
Danube and settle in groups already in the fifth century, but were
stopped for a while by the Huns and Ostrogoths, who swept over the
Peninsula and infested Illyria and Epirus.

"The departure of the Ostrogoths," says Bury, "was like the opening
of a sluice. The Slavs and Bulgars, whom their presence had held
back, were let loose on the Empire. . . . The havoc made by these
barbarians was so serious that Justinian made new lines of defence."
In 548 and 551 A.D. masses of Slavs ravaged the land. "The massacres
and cruelties committed by these barbarians," says Bury, "make the
readers of Procopius shudder." The readers of the Carnegie report of
1913 do likewise.

Among the fortresses built by Justinian was Singidunum, now
Belgrade, which, founded to hold back the Slav, is now his capital.
The invading Slavs were pagan, the natives largely Christian. "The
Christians," says Presbyter Diocleas, "seeing themselves in great
tribulation and persecution, began to gather on the mountains and
tried to construct castles and strongholds that they might escape
from the hands of the Slavs until God should visit and liberate
them." This is probably the origin of the Vlach settlements on
hill-tops and the Albanian mountain strongholds. "The year 581,"
says John of Ephesus, "was famous for the invasion of the accursed
Slavonians . . . who captured cities and forts, and devastated and
burnt, reducing the people to slavery, and made themselves masters
of the country and settled it by main force. Four years have elapsed
and still they live in the land . . . and ravage and burn." The
Romans and their civilization were swept coastward, and in Dalmatia
their civilization never quite died out. In later times the term
"Romanes" was used in a special sense to denote the Romans who
maintained their independence against the Slavs. Ragusa and Cattaro
are some of the towns they founded.

Of the native population many refuged in the Albanian mountains,
where they retained their language. Many doubtless remained and were
absorbed by the Slavs. Traces, however, of the Illyrian still remain
in Bosnia. Tattooing is still common there in many districts.
Tattooing is not a Slav custom, but is specially noticed by classic
authors as a characteristic of the ancient Balkan tribes. Neither
have the Bosnians, as a whole, ever been attached to the Orthodox
Church as have the remainder of the Balkan Slavs.

The early history of the Slavs in the Peninsula is obscure. They
were a tribal people, and were for some time dominated by the
Bulgars. Not till the end of the twelfth century did they unite
under their very able line of Nemanja princes and rise to be a
power. Even under the Nemanjas the local chieftains were
semi-independent, and their inability to cohere proved the undoing
of the realm.

Bosnia at an early date--it is said A.D. 940--was ruled by elective
Bans. Stefan Nemanja the First Crowned of Serbia, called himself
King of Serbia, Dalmatia and Bosnia, but the title seems to have
been but nominal. The Bans did as they pleased and intrigued
constantly with the Hungarians against the Serbs. The Bosniaks, too,
became sharply divided from the Serbs by religion. Already in
Justinian's time many of the Slavs near the Dalmatian coast had been
converted to Christianity by priests from Rome, and much of the
Herzegovina has ever since been Catholic. The mass of the Slavs,
however, were pagan till the ninth century, when they were converted
by the great mission led by Cyril and Methodius from Salonika.

Manicheism had already, in Justinian's time, taken a strong hold in
the Balkan Peninsula. It now became amalgamated with a form of
Christianity. A sect known as the Paulicians arose in Samosata in
Asia Minor, which combined Manicheism with a peculiar reverence for
the teaching of St. Paul. Fiercely persecuted by the Christians,
they revolted, joined with the Mahommedans, and wasted much of Asia
Minor. The Emperor Constantino Copronymus (A.D. 741), in order to
weaken them, transported a great number to Thrace to serve as
frontier guards. John I. Zimisces (A.D. 969) settled another large
body in the Balkan valleys. Thence their doctrines spread fast. It
would be of interest to know how much of their physical qualities
were transmitted also. The new faith was known as Bogumil (dear to
God) from its reputed Slav leader.

The rapidity with which it spread shows the very slight hold
Christianity had as yet taken. The sun and the moon, which figured
prominently in it, probably appealed to the old pre-Christian
nature-worship of the Slavs. Alexius Comnenus vainly tried to
extirpate the heresy by savage persecution. Basil, its high priest,
was burnt alive. The sect fled westward and Bosnia became its
stronghold. Religion in the Middle Ages was a far greater force than
race. Nationality was hardly developed. Bosnia, into which the
Orthodox faith seems to have penetrated but little, if at all, was
thus cut off from the Serb Empire, for the bulk of the Bosniaks were
either Bogumil or Roman Catholic.

We find a great many monuments of the Bogumils scattered through
Bosnia and the Herzegovina. Huge monolithic gravestones often
curiously carved. The sun, the moon and the cross appear as symbols,
and portraits of warriors kilted and armed with bows and arrows and
a cuirass, which give a good idea of the chieftain of the Middle
Ages. The kilt is still worn by the Albanians.

Of the Bogumil creed not much is known, and that chiefly from its
enemies. Catholic and Orthodox alike regarded the heresy with
horror. But even its enemies allowed the Bogumils to have been an
ascetic and temperate people. They abhorred the use of ikons and
images, and unless the subterranean chapel at Jaitza be one, have
left no church. Their doctrines spread into west Europe, and by the
end of the twelfth century had developed in France into the sect of
the Albigenses which was suppressed by the Roman Church with
terrible ferocity. It is of interest that the rayed sun and the moon
are still found in the armorial bearings of South of France
families.

In Bosnia Bogumilism almost superseded all other faiths. In the
twelfth century the Catholic Dalmatians and Hungarians in vain tried
to suppress it by force. In 1189 Kulin Ban, the ruler of Bosnia,
himself turned Bogumil. He recanted under pressure from Rome, but
soon relapsed again, and in spite of an Hungarian crusade which
ravaged the land, Bogumilism triumphed, the palace of the Catholic
Bishop of Kreshevo was burnt and the Catholic episcopacy banished.
The Bishop of Bosnia had to reside in Slavonia, and Bogumilism
spread into Dalmatia and Croatia.

Bosnia was thus completely divided from the Serb Kingdom of Rashia,
which had meanwhile grown up and thrown in its lot with the Orthodox
Church. The Bans, in fact, preferred the assistance of the Catholics
to the risk of conquest by the Serbs, and in 1340 we find Ban Stefan
declaring himself Catholic and agreeing to the establishment of two
Bishoprics.

Stefan Dushan, Serbia's greatest Tsar, was now at the height of his
power. He succeeded in bringing the south of Bosnia under his
control, but the then Ban Stefan Tvrtko (1353) joined with the
Venetians and Hungarians against him. Nor was Bosnia as a whole
added to Serbia. Tsar Dushan died in 1356 and Tvrtko at once
reclaimed his lands, but held them only as a vassal state to
Hungary.

The Serb peoples, divided into many small rival principalities,
fought each other continuously, though the enemy which was to
overwhelm them all was already advancing upon them. The Turk who, be
it remembered, had entered Europe at the invitation of the Greeks,
to aid them against the attack of Tsar Dushan, had firmly
established themselves in the peninsula. Nevertheless the rival
native princelings intrigued one against the other, and some even
enlisted the help of the Turk instead of banding together against
him. The Balkans were an easy prey for any strong foe.

Even after the Turks had beaten the Serbs severely, Stefan Tvrtko,
King of Bosnia, seems only to have regarded this as an advantage to
himself. He continued extending his realm; had himself crowned "King
of Bosnia, Serbia and the coastland" in 1375, and was then the most
powerful of the Balkan rulers. As an ally of King Lazar, who ruled
over a much reduced Serbia, he, too, sent an army to Kosovo when,
far too late, the Balkan people at last united against the Turk. But
they lost the day. Union Was impossible to them, and a large part of
the Serb Army deserted to the enemy.

Even then the Balkan princelings failed to recognize their danger.
Tvrtko, still bent on extending his realm, Instead of opposing the
Turks, who did not follow up their victory, gave all his energies to
waging war against the Croats and Dalmatians, who at that time were
under the King of Hungary. Tvrtko died in 1391, bequeathing a big
Bosnia to his heir. But all mediaeval Balkan States were big only
during the lifetime of their creator. Tvrtko's brother soon lost the
newly acquired Croatian and Dalmatian districts, and Bosnia was
further weakened by the breaking off of what is now known as the
Herzegovina. It had for long had its own chiefs. One stronger than
usual now arose, Sandalj Ranitch. The Turk was almost at the gate,
but Sandalj's only object was to make himself a state independent of
Bosnia. Kosovo had indeed taught the South Slavs nothing.

The advancing Turk began raiding Bosnia and employed Serbian troops.
The Ragusa archives record: "In January 1398, the son of Bajazet,
with a great number of Turks and Slavs, entered Bosnia." Stefan
Ostoja was now King of Bosnia, but he too seems to have been more
intent upon annexing Ragusa than in organizing defence against the
Turk. Nor can we stop to unravel the complicated series of quarrels
of one Slav prince with another, of their intrigues with Venice,
with Hungary, with Ragusa, each playing for his own hand, though the
Turks were now established as near as Uskub, and in 1415 invaded
Bosnia for the third time. Sigismund, King of Hungary, alone of the
neighbouring princes, realized the gravity of the situation and sent
an army against the Turks, only to find that the Herzegovina sided
with the Turks against him. As a result, we learn from the Ragusa
archives, "the whole of Bosnia is laid waste and the barons are
preparing to exterminate each other."

Venice meanwhile crept down the coast and occupied much of Dalmatia,
while the South Slavs fought each other.

Nationality is the craze of to-day. Religion, in the Middle Ages,
played a similar part. Catholic, Orthodox, and Bogumil, hated each
other more than they hated the less known Turk. Each was willing to
use him against the other.

People of the same race and language then fought each other because
they differed about religion. To-day, even holding the same
religious views, they fight in the sacred name of nationality. But
then, as now, there were a few people who recognized the folly of
the fashionable differences. At the Council of Basel in 1431 an
effort was made to induce the Balkan chiefs, Catholic, Orthodox and
even Bogumil, to send delegates to Basel with a view to ending
religious strife and opposing a united front to the Turk.

It was vain. The King of Bosnia, and Stefan, Despot of Serbia,
declared war on each other and fought for several years. And
Sandalj, Lord of the Herzegovina, sided with the Serbs and bought of
the Sultan the right to take Bosnia. They failed to do so, but their
efforts certainly helped the final destruction of Slav independence.

Sandalj's successor, Stefan Kosatch, assumed the title Duke of Sava
(whence "Herzegovina" the Duchy), became Bogumil and consequently
fought both the Orthodox of Serbia and the Catholics of Ragusa. And
ever the Turk advanced slowly and always found a Slav chief ready to
side with him against a neighbour. At Fotcha, in the Herzegovina, I
bought a bracelet of a silversmith, who related that his ancestor
was the man who had guided the Turks into the district.

Constantinople fell in 1453, and left the Sultan free to complete
the conquest of the Balkans. The Hungarians, led by the great
Hunyadi, opposed him. But the Orthodox Serbs, led by their Despot
George Brankovitch, whose ancestor had deserted to the Turks at
Kosovo, hated Catholicism more than Islam, and sided with the Turk
against Hunyadi.

The end soon came. The last King of Bosnia, Stefan Tomashovitch, a
Catholic, asked help of the Pope, and endeavoured to raise troops
among the Catholics of Dalmatia and Croatia. This enraged his
Bogumil subjects, who preferred the Turks. The Sultan's army met
little resistance; Stefan was taken prisoner and beheaded by the
Turks in 1463, and soon all Bosnia was included in the Turkish
Empire. As in other Balkan lands, the rights of the Christians were
recognized. The Franciscans were appointed as their spiritual head,
and several Franciscan monasteries date from these early days.

The Bogumils in large numbers adopted Islam, with which, in its
abhorrence of ikons and images, and in its Monotheism, they were in
greater sympathy than with either of the Christian Churches, both of
which had persecuted them. But Bogumilism lasted into the nineteenth
century, possibly into the twentieth, for a case was reported to me
in 1911.

Those Christians who objected to Turkish rule fled south into
Montenegro, especially from the Herzegovina, which was finally
overthrown by the Turks in 1484.

Nor did the enmity between the Bosniaks and the Serbs cease now that
they were under a common foe. Throughout the histories of Serbia and
Montenegro we find that the Moslems of Bosnia and the Herzegovina
were their bitterest enemies and that the armies, sent against them
by the Sultans were very largely recruited from these districts. The
sense of nationality did not begin to develop until very much later.

Under the Turk the feudal system of the pre-Turk days continued. We
get a clear idea of the pre-Turk social conditions from the laws of
Tsar Stefan Dushan, which show the strongly marked class difference
of noble and serf. The noble was almost tax-free, but had to supply
troops. The serf was tied to the land, and could only leave it with
his lord's permission. Different punishments were inflicted upon
nobles and serfs, the nobles' being naturally the lighter. So
independent was the noble that he could build his own church or
monastery in his land and chose its bishop. The serfs were judged by
the noble upon whose land they were. They paid taxes; had to give
him two days' work a week, and three if he had vineyards; cut hay
and corn for him, and so forth. In pre-Turk days the rule of the
chieftain seems to have been severe. Under the Turk the system
continued, and the "Turk" of many a ballad who oppresses his
Christian peasant was in fact the Slav feudal nobleman who, having
turned Moslem carried on the ancestral tradition, and to the tyranny
of the feudal noble added religious intolerance.

There was little organized government under the Turks. The
traditional ballads give us vivid pictures of the heyduks, or
brigands. Highway robbery up till, and well into, the nineteenth
century was both a lucrative business and a sport which well suited
the lazy but adventurous spirit of the people. It perpetuated in
fact the everlasting raids of one noble against another in pre-Turk
days. To this day a Montenegrin "junak" delights in pillaging a
village. But continuous work is abhorrent to him.

Armed Turkish patrols guarded the main trade routes between Ragusa,
Constantinople and Vienna. They cleared the route from time to time,
and then woe to the captured heyduk, whether Moslem or Christian.
Heavy the ransom to buy his freedom. But brigandage was rampant
before the Turk came, and, as we have seen, the history of the
Peninsula was one of incessant bloodshed and disorder. The Turk, in
fact, showed more toleration for his Balkan subjects than they did
for each other. Each aimed at the extermination of the other.
Probably, had not the Turk overwhelmed them all, one or other would
have ultimately predominated, and absorbed or exterminated the rest.
Under the Turk all survived. He slapped them each impartially and
allowed no one to exterminate the other. Nor was their hatred of the
Turk ever great enough to cause them to combine against him till
1912, and then they were at each other's throats again so soon as he
was removed.

Though, as we have seen, Montenegro was recruited by refugees from
Bosnia, the converse also holds good. Many a Serb and Montenegrin
flying from blood-vengeance, many a Slav criminal flying from
Austrian justice, refuged in Turkish territory and turned Moslem.
Nor when, at the beginning of the nineteenth century, the Serbs
struck for independence did Bosnia join them. The Slav Vezir and the
Pashas of Bosnia led great armies against them. By then the whole
situation had changed, however. The ebb-tide of the Turk had begun.
Austria and Russia in the eighteenth century had already decided
upon the partition of his lands. Russia thought and cared only for
Constantinople and the way there. Bosnia was recognized as Austria's
sphere. The long wars and the liberation of the Serbs had effects in
Bosnia and the Herzegovina. Revolts, largely agrarian, of the
Christians began to take place. The big landowners, though Slavs,
were Moslems. Their peasants were largely Christian. In 1849 a great
rising was followed by the flight of thousands of Christian peasants
into Austria, who in time of stress has often been the South Slav's
only friend. The Herzegovinians, encouraged and incited by the
Montenegrins on their borders, rose frequently, and it was their
great rising of 1875 which started the Russo-Turkish War of 1877.

Before declaring war, however, Russia came to an agreement with
Austria about Bosnia. It was understood that Austria should receive
Bosnia on condition that she took no part in the war. Russia did not
include this in the Treaty of San Stefano, but the scheme received
the strongest support at the Congress of Berlin. The aim of both
England and Germany was to hold back the ever forward-pressing Slav
forces. Great Britain pledged herself to Austria previous to the
Congress. "Le Gouvernement de Sa Majeste Britannique s'engage a
soutenir tout proposition concernant la Bosnie que le Gouvernement
Austro-Hongroise (sic) jugera a propos de faire au Congres."

Austria was offered Bosnia without reservation, and could then and
there have annexed it. It was only doubt on Austria's part which led
her to choose "administration" in place of annexation. The decision
of the Congress at once caused trouble. The mass of the Bosnian
Moslems violently opposed separation from Turkey, and the
Herzegovinians, who had risen with a view to union with Montenegro,
were equally opposed to Austria. The Austrian Army in 1878 met with
great resistance, and only after heavy losses and four months'
fighting finally subdued the land. The Herzegovinians declared to me
that they only laid down their arms at the request of the Prince of
Montenegro, under the understanding that Austrian administration was
to be but temporary, but under the terms of the Treaty no
time-limit was mentioned.

That the arrangement was intended by the Powers to be permanent
appears from the text now (1919) published from the Vienna archives
under date June 18, 1881, whereby the Courts of Russia, Germany and
Austria-Hungary agree that "Austria shall annex these two provinces
at the moment she judges opportune." This agreement was renewed in
1884. That the Powers considered the provinces as definitely annexed
is shown by the fact that when in 1881 Austria introduced military
conscription and recruited regiments for her own army no objection
was made, nor did any Power intervene when Austria put down by force
the resultant insurrection. On the contrary they most sternly
ordered the Prince of Montenegro to prevent his men from rushing to
the aid of the insurgents. Nor did Europe make any protest when the
capitulations were abolished by Austria, though the land was
nominally still a Turkish province. And Austrian coinage soon
entirely replaced Turkish money.

Up till this time it is important to note that Russia, was taking no
steps with regard to claiming Bosnia for her Pan-Slav schemes. Her
immediate aim was Constantinople, and she had planned to obtain it
by means of a large Bulgaria, which should be a vassal state. But
Bulgaria soon struck for complete independence and showed that she
would never be Russia's puppet, and elected Prince Ferdinand in
defiance of the Tsar with the express intention of breaking away
from Russian influence.

Russia therefore finally turned towards the Great Serbian Idea,
which otherwise she would probably not have taken up till the
annexation of Constantinople had been accomplished.

Till now, Russia had recognized the Montenegrin dynasty as the
leader of Great Serbism. She now turned towards Serbia. It was in a
far better geographical position and could supply a much larger
army, and Montenegro could still be used as a tool.

The result of this was that when in 1897 the Emperor Franz Josef and
Goluchowski went to Petersburg and asked for a confirmation of the
agreement of 1881, "that the territorial advantages recognized to
Austria-Hungary by the Berlin Treaty are and remain acquired by
Austria-Hungary and therefore the possession of Bosnia-Herzegovina
and the Sanjak of Novibazar cannot form matters of discussion; the
Austro-Hungarian Government reserving to itself the right of
substituting for the actual title of occupation and garrisoning,
that of annexation."

Russia had now other plans and replied "the annexation of the two
provinces would give rise to more extensive questions which would
necessitate a special examination in time and place."

And in the summer of that very year the Tsar received Petar
Karageorgevitch, the exiled claimant to the Serbian throne, and
started upon her Great Serbian intrigue.



CHAPTER THIRTEEN

BOSNIA IN 1906. THE PLOT THICKENS.

In the summer of 1906, when I visited Bosnia, the plot was already
far advanced. Petar Karageorgevitch was on the throne of Serbia, and
Russia, who had had a bad set-back in the Far East, was again
turning Balkanwards.

To visit Bosnia a visa was necessary, a sure sign that a land
suffers from "unrest." To obtain it I went to the Austrian Embassy.
The young gentleman who attended to passports was out, and I was
bidden sit on a bench with a number of rather poverty-stricken
Austrians. When the gentleman appeared he was vexed to find so much
work, and refused most of the applicants roughly. Their papers were
incorrect or he was dissatisfied with their reasons for wishing to
return home. One "cheeked" him considerably in German, and I
laughed. It therefore never occurred to him that I was English. I am
in fact, when travelling, rarely taken for English, which is often
convenient. He addressed me sharply in German: "You want to go to
Bosnia?"

"Yes, please." He took me for a Bosnian, and I let him do
it.

"When did you leave Bosnia?"

"In the summer of 1900."

"What have you been doing in London?"

"Writing and other things."

This alarmed him and he said sternly: "You must tell me exactly why
you left Bosnia."

"Because I am English," I said politely, "and it was time to come
home."

I pressed my passport upon him, which he had been too haughty to
look at before. Then there was hurrying and scurrying and orders and
abuse of the doorkeeper and much confusion, and I was conducted to a
drawing-room and apologized to (for having been treated as an
Austrian subject) and given the visa. I enjoyed the episode
immensely, and incidentally learnt how the official mind regarded
Bosniaks. My previous experience in Serbia caused me to go in search
of a new-laid Serbian visa also, in case I wished to cross the
frontier. Militchevitch this time was very friendly, joked about the
awful bill for cypher telegrams which I had run up for the Serbian
Government in 1902, and promised to send me some introductions to
leading Bosniaks.

At Trieste great events were in progress. The Emperor Franz Joseph
was to hold big military manoeuvres at Trebinje in the Herzegovina
and a naval review at Ragusa. The air was full of political
electricity, flags and decorations, and the coasting steamer was
full of police spies. All papers and passports were scrutinized
carefully at each landing-stage. The Kaiser had not visited Dalmatia
for very many years, and the populace was delighted. Dalmatia
complained bitterly that money was poured into Bosnia and nothing
done for her. Now things no doubt would look up.

Then we touched at Lesina and learnt that the Kaiser was unwell and
that his heir presumptive, the Archduke Franz Ferdinand, would
replace him.

"I know what is the matter with him," said the captain to me: "he
has political fever. Something has happened."

The tale ran round that the Kaiser had intended after the manoeuvres
to announce the annexation of Bosnia-Herzegovina. But that Abdul
Hamid, apt at expedients, had learnt this fact, and had sent Franz
Josef a polite message regretting that he was unable in person to
receive His Majesty on this, his first visit to a Turkish province,
but assuring him that his reception should be in every way suitable.
Se non vero, ben trovato. Possibly true, for it came out later that
Goluchowski actually broached the subject to Russia in the summer of
1906 and Russia raised objections, and may very probably have
informed Abdul.

The news caused great disappointment. The old Kaiser was genuinely
respected and even loved. Towns that were poor had spent much to do
him honour. Perhaps this was one of the "tides in the affairs of men"
and nations, that can be taken once and once only. The change of
feeling was marked at all our stopping-places. It was very late when
we reached Ragusa, and a gauntlet of police had to be run. The town
was crammed. Next day the great grey warships lay off the coast and
the army was arriving, disembarking and marching up to Trebinje. No
stranger might go there without a special pass. I did not ask for
one, as in such cases one sees only what one is meant to see, which
is misleading. So I got up at 4 a.m. and went to look at the army.
It was put to an unusual test in Europe, as it had to rely largely
on mule transport. Having done much pack-saddle travel myself, I
noted with interest that the Bosniak regiments were the only ones
who knew how to "pack-saddle." With most of the others the saddles
rolled under at once, or halfway up the road, which is worse. The
army marched off early. I then made the acquaintance of a pretty
girl, who was engaged to one of the officers, and from her later
heard all that happened. This I supplemented by sitting in the cafe
when the officers came back and hearing their curses. The men were
dead-beat. The water supply had broken down, so had the food. The
burning limestone karst had been too much for the men from the
plains, and they broke down badly. Only the Croats and Bosniaks had
stood the test. The manoeuvres were a failure.

The arrival of the Archduke and suite was very quiet. Ragusa was
decorated entirely with Slav colours. Only on the Government offices
did the yellow and black of Austria appear. At three in the
afternoon the Archduke Franz Ferdinand was to drive through the
town, whose broad main street is a fine background for a procession.
It was crammed with a gay throng, and the national dress of Ragusa
can be very gay indeed. All were talking and laughing.

Then came the solemn strains of "Gott erhalte Franz den Kaiser," the
finest of all national anthems, and a sudden hush fell on the crowd.
A silence absolute and unbroken that continued till the unhappy man,
who sat motionless and erect, his face as blanched as a corpse,
drove out of the further gate of the town. Then the crowd burst into
one huge laugh. So complete was the demonstration that it was
certainly pre-arranged.

"Write to the papers! write to the papers!" cried several who knew
me, in high glee. Then Prince Danilo passed, and the crowd cried
"Zhivio!"

I met The Times correspondent and said: "Well, that was a display.
You have something to write about now!" But he replied that as we
were on friendly terms with Austria he should certainly not report
it. Nor did the papers to which I wrote think fit to publish this
highly significant affair. Thus is the trend of Foreign Affairs
hidden from the public.

Editors might as well often do without their correspondents, for
they tell them beforehand what to emphasize, or cut the important
news out of their telegrams.

The Archduke arrived with a portmanteau full of medals, and took
them all away with him again. His only enthusiastic reception was
from the deputation of Albanian Bishops and other ecclesiasts who
came from Scutari to greet him. He was a brave man, for after the
demonstration he went into the town on foot almost unescorted, and
during the drive, though he must have expected a bomb every moment,
he showed no loss of self-control save the blanching of his face.
From Ragusa I went to Serajevo. I took the phonograph to collect
songs, and wished specially to collect tattoo patterns and see the
Bogumil and all other local historical remains, but was badly
hampered, nor is it my purpose here to describe things anthropological.
Had I been left to my own devices I should doubtless have made
larger collections and seen less of the political situation. But the
Austrian police, like the Serbian in 1902, insisted on rubbing my
nose in it.

Travel in the interior was forbidden without a special pass. The
British Consul was absent, and had referred me to his Italian
colleague who muddled the business badly, whether because he was
stupid or for reasons of his own, I did not find out. A little of
both, I think. I was asked to call at a certain hour on the Governor
of Serajevo. He was a Croat, spoke German to me and told me it was
the wrong time of year to travel in Bosnia. Much surprised, I said I
had wintered in Macedonia and could stand anything. He then spoke
Serb, and I foolishly replied in the same tongue. I told him all I
wanted was the permit, and that I could shift for myself. He
objected that the food was bad; native houses dirty; winter near
--such a journey as I proposed among the people in short impossible.
I replied I was used to bugs, lice and fleas, could sleep on the
ground and eat anything. All I wanted was a pony and a respectable
guide. He stated that unfortunately there were no guides in Bosnia,
so I said if I could have a pony I would find the way myself by map.
Remembering my trump card at the Serb Legation, I asked if the
country were in too dangerous a state. He hastened to say it was
not. At last, countered at every point, he offered to lend me his
man-servant for a fortnight; could not spare him longer. I should
then have seen enough and could return to England. I said I could
not so inconvenience him; that I could not get any work done in the
time and that I thought of staying months not weeks. He said he
would think it over and I was to call again. Next time he was all
smiles and had a map ready. "Here," he said, "is your route. Here is
a letter"--he pointed to a large pile--"for the Bezirksvorsteher of
every place. You will present it on your arrival and do nothing till
the authorities have arranged for you. The tour will take three
weeks, and then you will go back to England." It was a great
disappointment to me. You cannot get a native to tell you folk-tales
while you draw the interior of his hut, if a policeman is sitting
waiting till it is done. Nor can you live with a family and see its
habits. Just as I had plodded round Serbia in spite of the police,
so I would not be put off Bosnia, but to this day I regret the great
amount of most interesting material that was there at my hand and
which I could not gather. Bosnia was a mine of old-world lore and
belief. As in Serbia, however, it was obvious that there was
something the authorities wanted to conceal. And as "DORA" had not
yet been born in England the affair seemed to me unutterably silly
and tiresome. The first part of the journey I was, for all practical
purposes, under arrest. Met on arrival everywhere by a most polite
young official, who told me his whole time was at my disposal. "This
is a mosque," he said, "this is a Turkish coffee-house. We will have
a cup of coffee. This is the Catholic Church, or Orthodox, as the
case might be." We inspected the school, and took a walk in the
environs. "Now you have seen all. I will go with you to the post
office and get a place for you on the diligence to-morrow. It starts
at eight." The evening was spent in the hotel where all the Beamters
had their meals. I tried to get information about local customs.
Sometimes my hosts supplied them. More often the topic bored them.
We talked of Vienna and London. After a good deal of this I
reflected I was losing time and money. Every one was politeness and
kindness itself. But I missed the long evenings in Albanian or
Montenegrin huts round the fire; the talk and the doings. The
Austrian official who sighed only for the Opera or the Ringstrasse
and thought himself an exile wearied me. But as I was not allowed to
study the native I had to study him. I startled some of them one
night when they asked me as usual, how I liked Bosnia, by telling
them that so far I had seen none of it, nothing but the Austrian
occupation. This sort of thing went on a bit longer. Then on the
Herzegovinian frontier I accidentally picked up an official to whom
I had no letter of introduction. A cheery, enterprising individual
who said he did not know to which of the many races of the Empire he
belonged--and did not care. Was a geologist and a bit of an
antiquarian. Took me up an 8,000 foot mountain and incidentally
almost killed me. For on the desolate summit we surprised a chamois
at close quarters, which snuffed us, gathered its feet and jumped
over what looked like a precipice, though it had footholds for
chamois. My new friend insisted on following it, as the shortest way
down. When we were on a slippery grass slope so steep I could see
the bottom of the valley a thousand feet below between my own boots,
and the native servant lad refused to further risk his life, I too
struck, and the chase was given up. When we arrived at a gendarmerie
outpost on the night of the second day, and I was nearly dead-beat
after seventeen hours' continuous struggle over many rocks and other
obstacles, he confessed he had had no idea of the way. The stolid
gendarmerie captain was appalled. "But if the Fraulein had died?" he
asked. "Ah, but I knew she was English!" cried the other, "they can
do these things. She will be all right to-morrow." He was delighted
with the exploit, and suggested all kinds of places I should go to.
I told him about my route and my previous experiences. He roared
with laughter. Said it was silly nonsense. Some of the Serajevo
people were too stupid for words. "Have you a passport? And it is in
order. Very well. You are a British subject. They dare not stop you.
Why should they? They ought to be glad to get tourists, and they
won't if they go on like this. Burn all those letters and go where
you please."

He made me a list of places where I should find Bogumil monuments,
tattooed people, Roman remains and so forth. Told me that in his
opinion Austria was wasting time and money in the provinces. The
changes were too quick for the people; they preferred the old
Turkish tracks and pack beasts to carts and the new roads, and that
they suspected everything new. He himself got on with the people
excellently, took me into several houses where they had portraits of
Prince Nikola of Montenegro, and chaffed them about wanting to join
that land. "They are all of them plotting across the border," he
said, laughing. "They would far rather pig along like the
Montenegrins. I've tried hard to persuade them to use iron ploughs.
Our government supplies them at less than cost price. But they
won't. They say, 'No, it is a Schwab thing.' We have spent no end of
money trying to improve the live stock: bulls, stallions, rams,
boars of the finest breeds. We sent a splendid boar last year to a
village in charge of a man who was supposed to be reliable. And when
Christmas came he killed it, roasted it and asked all the village to
a feast. It was worth a lot of money. He only said that there was so
much meat on it, it seemed a pity to let it live! It will take them
several generations to get new ideas. Why worry. All this talk of
going to Salonika is folly. This place is too much for us." His own
job were beautiful irrigation works which kept a whole district
fertile through the heats of summer. "But," he laughed, "the people
are not a bit pleased. They say that in the old days it rained when
it was God's will. They have quite forgotten they lost most of their
crops every year from the drought. This is a Schwab thing, so they
think it bad." On parting with him I took his advice and went where
I liked. I was "shadowed" a good deal and my correspondence was
generally ten days late, but otherwise was not interfered with.
Living in native houses and going as guest to festivities, weddings,
etc., as I had done in other Balkan lands was, however, impossible.
It would have got my hosts into trouble. As it was, the wife of an
official was very angry when I said I could get a meal in any
village. For she declared she and her husband had even been refused
coffee, the people all vowing they had none.

The reason for all the fuss was that the authorities were trying to
hide the fact that the country was going through a very bad crisis,
which was further exacerbated by the rumoured annexation; the open
talk of an advance towards Salonika; and the renewed political
activity of Russia and Serbia, which had now got England installed
again at Belgrade.

Speaking Serb, I found without difficulty that there was a very
strong Serb propaganda being worked from Belgrade among the
Orthodox, who at that time formed nearly two-fifths of the native
population. Next in number were the Moslems and after them the
Catholics, lastly several thousand Spanish Jews. Orthodox, Moslem
and Catholic native populations were entirely Slavonic. There was an
acute division between the Orthodox and the other two parties.

The Catholics and even some of the Moslems called themselves Croat,
and hated the term Serb. I had heard a report that in Croatia a
reconciliation between Serb and Croat had taken place. None was to
be seen in Bosnia. Only in the Herzegovina did the Catholic natives
wish union with Montenegro.

The bulk of the Moslems looked longingly towards Turkey. The
Orthodox, on the other hand, were violently pro-Serb, and feelings
between Austria and Serbia had risen to fever heat.

Towards the end of 1905, Pashitch, then Prime Minister of Serbia,
though already working hard against Bulgaria in Macedonia, signed a
secret commercial convention with that country providing for the
free interchange of goods with the exception of certain specified
objects, and binding the two to a monetary convention and
assimilation of weights and measures. As both countries produced
much the same articles the arrangement did not appear to be likely
to stimulate trade and as the racial hatred and rivalry of the two
over the unsettled Macedonian scheme was extreme, the permanence of
the arrangement was in any case doubtful.

Serbia was in dire need of a loan, and was on the point of
concluding one for 70,000,000 francs. Part of this was to be
supplied by the Vienna Bank, and both Serbia and Bulgaria were
negotiating new commercial treaties with Austria. Serbia thought
best therefore to keep the transaction with Bulgaria quiet. But just
as business was almost concluded with Austria, a Bulgarian newspaper
blurted out the Bulgar-Serb convention. The Austria-Hungarian
Government demanded at once to see the document, and all business
came to a standstill. Nor was this surprising, for Petar I, Pashitch
and the regicide group were notoriously Russia's proteges, and any
secret arrangement on their part was likely to be directed against
Austria.

Austria closed her frontier to Serbian live stock.

Serbia was on the bubble. England had stipulated that the regicides
were to be retired from power, as a condition of resuming diplomatic
relations. (A stipulation that showed either that the Foreign Office
little knew the Balkans, or that it knew very well that the treaty
was a farce and did not care.) The regicide gang was infuriated and
plotted the assassination of their opponents who wished by legal
means to settle the question. But, as was delicately expressed by
The Times correspondent, "it is stated that the police authorities
refused to afford facilities for the execution of the plot, which
consequently failed." Pity indeed that the police of Serbia did not
remain "conscientious objectors" to plots of assassination. And
about the same time when Vladan Georgevitch was sentenced to six
months' imprisonment for "revealing state secrets," in The End of a
Dynasty, the author in court denounced King Petar as the humble
instrument of Russian policy.

Austria insisted on modifications to the Serbo-Bulgar convention;
Turkey too demanded an alteration.

But by the time I arrived in Bosnia this affair was thrown quite
into the shade by a new step on Serbia's part. She decided to
purchase the artillery for her reconstructed army from the Creusot
works in France. This so infuriated Austria that she declared a
complete boycott of all Serbian goods. Serbia retorted and the
frontiers were absolutely closed; so tightly indeed that along the
Serbian frontier I found the officials complained of a meat
shortage, and a great trade in smuggled fowls was run at night.

Feeling ran very high. Bosnia being under military occupation
naturally bristled with officers and men. The officers talked very
freely. Not once did I ever hear the Serbo-Bulgar convention
mentioned. It was always the guns. They said it was not a question
of trade in armaments. That did not matter. It was the question of
policy. Serbia showed plainly now to all the world that she was
ranged on the side of Russia and France against the Central Powers.
"She has joined the Franco-Russian combine against us." They were
quite right too, though being then unaccustomed to war, I thought
their suspicions unreasonable. And neither I nor they knew that this
step had followed immediately on the commencement of "military
conversations" between France and England. But that this arming of
Serbia was directly connected with the ringing-in policy of France
and Russia is now obvious. Poor Edward VII may have thought he was
peace-making, when he let Petar Karageorgevitch's gory past be
forgotten and forgiven, and agreed to give up his visit to
Montenegro so as not to wound that monarch's sensitive feelings--but
he little knew the Balkans.

Scarcely one of the Austrian military or civil authorities I spoke
with had ever visited Serbia or Montenegro. They all regarded the
two as semi-savage lands used as tools against them by Russia. When
I arrived at Vishegrad, close on the Serb frontier, feeling was
running high. Serbia showed no sign of giving way as had been
expected. I told the officials their boycott was bound to fail, as
you cannot starve out a people whose main assets are maize and pigs.
"You will see I am right. They will simply go on eating pigs till
you are tired." The Bezirksvorsteher was annoyed at this, but
interested. I said "Get me a horse and a guide, and I will go into
Serbia and see." He retorted It was impossible as the frontier was
closed, but he hired me the horse and a very black gypsy, a wild
enough creature, and I went.

Was halted at the border blockhouse, which the black gypsy thought
unpassable, but the Serbs were rather pleased to be inspected,
telephoned through to Uzhitza, and I rode on. An amusing sidelight
was the surprise of the gypsy at finding the same language both
sides of the border. "But they talk Bosniak!" he cried.

An aged peasant on horseback joined me and asked so many questions
about London that I thought he knew something about it till he asked
"Is it a free country?"

He was puzzled when I said, "Yes."

"But it is under Austria," he protested.

"No, no," said I, "it is a free country."

"Thank God," said the old boy, "and I believed it was under Austria.
Bogati--so many people are under Austria. But London is not."

In Serbia I found I had guessed right. "In spite of the horrible
curse, nobody seemed a penny the worse." Uzhitza was in high spirits
and reminisced my visit of 1902. They referred with triumph to the
murder of Alexander. Since that, everything had been going
splendidly. The army was everything and all possible money was to be
spent on it. If Alexander had lived he would have made an alliance
with Austria and have stinted the army. The army and Great Serbia
was the cry. They were all for Russia. As for the wretched Draga,
the ladies told me that she had received them at some function or
another with powder all over her face. Imagine having to kiss the
hand of such a fallen woman! (Fashions have changed now, or England
would be a female slaughterhouse.) All the officers killed in her
defence were stated to have been her paramours. Nothing was too bad
for her. King Petar was described as one who would never interfere
with the army. There was much enthusiasm over the resumed relations
with England. It was obvious that no one believed that the regicides
would really go; their departure was a mere matter of form. As for
the boycott, they laughed and told funny tales. A bride had ordered
her whole trousseau at Vienna. The wedding was fixed. But the
frontier was closed. Her girl friends gallantly went to Vienna in
their oldest garments; changed and came back, rather stout but
triumphant, clothed in the whole trousseau. As for export, by the
aid of France and England they would export to Egypt and Marseilles
via Salonika. The French artillery would come in by the same route.
French artillery they intended to have.

I was much interested, but as I had brought no baggage could not go
further into Serbia. The Mayor gave me a mounted gendarme as escort
to the frontier.

This impressed the Vishegrad authorities much, as did the fact that
I had got across the frontier at all. The Bezirksvorsteher asked at
once what I had learnt in Serbia, and if the frontier would soon be
open.

"I do not know," said I.

"What do you think?" said he.

"I think not."

"Our Minister at Belgrade is of the same opinion," he replied. In
truth the officers who had protested that Serbia had now openly
joined the Russo-French combine were right. And what is more,
through our Entente with France, we too now, consciously or not,
were tools used by Russia for the making of Great Serbia and
furthering Pan-Slav ambition. Serbia began to feel it safe to pull
long noses at Austria. That the Austrians on the other hand regarded
their occupation of Bosnia as permanent was clear. No nation merely
on a temporary job of "putting things straight" would have expended
the vast sums and effort needed to bring a half-wild Turkish
province in twenty-eight years up to a high state of material
well-being. The mountain roads are second to none in Europe. Mines,
agriculture and every possible industry were being developed
regardless of expense, by up-to-date methods.

"The officials," I noted in my diary, "give one the impression of
being overworked." Everything was centralized and had to go through
the Konak. They wrestled with a mass of detail and mostly felt like
exiles in a wild land. The large majority were Slavs--either Poles,
Croats or Bosniaks, and these got on much better with the populace
than the Magyars or Germans, of whom I met a few. The mistake of the
Government was in trying to go too fast. A leap in twenty-eight
years from the twelfth century or thereabouts to the twentieth was
too much. The peasant intensely conservative by nature resented
every change. "Better that a village should fall than a custom" is a
South Slav proverb which I have heard quoted with approval. An
astonishing amount of work had been done and admirably done. Future
generations will profit by it. But the peasant who had had all his
ideas and habits upheaved had had time to forget the oppression of
the Turk, but remembered, with kindness, his slop-dawdle tolerance,
This happens, I believe, in every land "freed" from the Turk. The
people vaguely expect an earthly paradise where every one will do as
he pleases, and find to their dismay that you can no longer evade
the sheep-tax by tipping the hodja to let you put your flock on
"vakuf" land. The Christian loses his privilege and has to serve in
the army which he hates. He cannot run to a foreign consul for
support against his Moslem neighbour, nor earn good pay by acting as
spy for one Power or another. He complained bitterly that the
Turkish Government never made roads or mended bridges, When he
finds, however, that the new foreign government expects him to
contribute to their making by giving labour, or paying tax, he is
furious. "Liberty" for most Balkan Christians means liberty to
massacre Moslems and take their property. The Bosnian Orthodox
peasant found precisely the same law applied to him and the Moslems.
The strict impartiality observed by the Austrian Government towards
all three sects caused the wrath of all. "What," said a Catholic
fiercely, "can you think of our Government when I tell you that a
priest baptized and converted three Moslem lads, and the Government
actually made him send them back to their parents and censured him
because they were not of age? Not of age, if you please, and so
their souls are not to be saved!"

The Moslem was equally furious with the equality treatment, for he
was no longer top-dog.

The most remarkable work of the Austrian Government gave perhaps the
most offence. It was the medical. The Bosniak, in appearance, is
often a giant. But his appearance is deceptive. Stripped of his
numerous waistcoats his chest measurement, as the military doctors
informed me, is so poor that a larger percentage of Bosniaks were
rejected from the army than in most of the other recruiting
districts of Austria-Hungary. As in all South Slav lands,
tuberculosis raged. "Thirty per cent, affected, without counting an
apex" as a Bosnian doctor told me. And scattered over the country,
but especially virulent on the eastern districts along the Serbian
frontier, was syphilis. In some parts this was so rampant that the
Government posted on the village walls and in the schools, notices
warning persons never to drink from a glass after some one else, or
wipe with the same towel, and other advice. All of which went
against the custom of the people. Against tuberculosis the schools
waged an anti-spitting war. A child who spat on the floor had to
clean it up, which was considered a great indignity and gave great
offence. Compulsory cleaning of streets to a population who regarded
the street as the proper receptacle for all garbage was a further
source of trouble. That the medical work produced a great
improvement, that malaria, by drainage, petroleum on the ponds, and
quininizing of the Population was stamped out in some districts and
got in hand in others counted for nothing. They "were not our
custom," they were "Schwab."

The forests also were a source of friction. In old days the peasant
cut what he pleased, where he pleased. His goats browsed the
saplings and they grew up crooked. But they made firewood and it did
not matter. No replanting ever took place. When all the wood was cut
on a hillside the winter rains washed away the whole of the soil and
left bare rock. A pity--but the will of God, sighed the peasant, and
he went on to fell the next wood.

Forestry laws infuriated him, and his disregard of them infuriated
the forestry officer. A goat-tax (slight for the poor owner of a
couple of goats) was instituted, rising according to number, to a
sum which made the keeping of a large herd impossible. An official,
to whom I remarked on what seemed to me the paucity of flocks, said,
"We do not let them keep goats and they won't keep sheep. For my own
part I should relax the goat laws for a while at least; they cause
such resentment. But the central authorities will not do it. We have
to rely largely on the sale of timber to run the country. It is one
of the most valuable assets."

All officials agreed in finding the people very difficult to move;
very childlike in their ideas and very slow to adopt new ones. A few
hated and loathed them.

It was, however, not the officials but the private residents who
were on bad terms with the native population, families who had come
for business purposes from civilized and comfortable Austrian towns,
and who would not take the trouble to learn Slav except just enough
for their marketing. I had never before been in a land under foreign
occupation, and commented on this attitude to some officers. They
jeered at me and said, "You have evidently never been to Egypt. Wait
till you have seen your own people there."

I was annoyed at the time. But when some years later I went to Egypt
I found the English attitude to the native worse and repented of my
comments about Bosnia. One race in truth cannot see with the eyes of
another.

The Austrian official really tried to adapt the law to native ideas,
and when unable to unravel complicated questions of native usage,
even summoned the ancient council of "the good men" to decide
according to local custom. A good  deal of blood-vengeance still
went on, but with the knife; firearms were strictly forbidden, and
very few licences for them issued. This was a source of great
discontent, for the carrying of arms to the South Slav peasant means
manhood. The Christian's idea of liberty is to carry arms. And the
fact that the Moslem also was debarred from so doing in no way
consoled him. In one respect the lack of firearms was a real
hardship, for Bosnia swarmed with wild pig which devastated the
crops. When the corn was standing, peasants sat up all night
drumming on petroleum tins around the fields to drive off beasts.
There were enough wolves also to harry the flocks. An Austrian
official killed ten in one night with strychnine during my visit.
But the natives complained bitterly that the Government did not
permit them to shoot wild beasts and did not keep them down itself.

There was, I was told, very little stealing but, in the forest
districts where the woodcutters all carried long handled hatchets, a
blow with which was invariably fatal, there was a good deal of
slaughter, as in a quarrel a man struck with whatever was handy.
Only if the attack proved to be cold-blooded and pre-arranged was
capital punishment inflicted. Otherwise imprisonment up to twelve
years according to the circumstances.

Wages were low. The peasant was very poor. Very high wages were
obtainable in America, and thousands emigrated thither. They
ascribed this to Austrian rule, but the same thing was happening in
Montenegro, where the Government was vainly trying to stop
emigration by refusing passports. It was simply an economic question
of supply and demand. Labour was wanted in America at any price. The
emigration had the same effect in Bosnia as in Montenegro. A large
surplus of women remained behind, and the birth-rate of illegitimate
children rose high and, as is perhaps inevitable with a military
occupation, prostitution was common. This, though, was not the only
cause of immorality in both Montenegro and Bosnia. In old days all
the women of the family were the property of the men of the family,
who had the right to shoot at sight any man tampering with a wife or
daughter of a family group. A blood vengeance so started might mean
twenty lives. The risks were not to be lightly taken. The
emancipation of women and the restriction of firearms produced new
complications.

The Austrians were rather pleased to see emigrants leaving the land,
and said they hoped they would never come back, so that they could
be replaced by a better population. They were anxious to consolidate
their position in Bosnia as fast as possible, so as to be ready for
a forward move. "Nach Salonik" was a favourite topic of
conversation. A friendly chemist at Fotcha even invited me to have
tea with him under the Austrian flag at Salonika, that day three
years, that is October 1909, by which time he fully expected to be
established there. He considered the Government had been shamefully
slow. They ought already to be well on the way there. I travelled by
train from Ragusa to Mostar with a General and his daughter. She,
who had just arrived, looked with wonder at the bare grey rocks we
passed and asked, "Why ever did we take all these stones, father?"

"Part of the price we paid Europe for Salonika, my dear!" he
replied.

I wintered at Serajevo, and by taking my phonograph to the Moslem
coffee-houses gained some popularity, for there was but one other
such instrument in Serajevo, and you had to pay to hear it. The
Moslems, I soon learnt, wanted only the Padishah and hoped for the
return of the Turk. Several had lived long years in Egypt. But when
I told them I meant to go there they very earnestly begged me not
to. All the English were very soon to be driven out or done away
with, and the company unanimously agreed that it would be a very
great pity that I, who had been so kind as to play the "monogram" to
them for nothing, should be killed out there. I asked them to tell
me truthfully what it was that the English did that was so bad. They
replied very reasonably: "Everything. Nothing you do is as we do.
You make yourselves fine houses and streets in Cairo. Why do you not
make them in your own land and leave our land to us? We hate your
things. The land is now not our land. It is all Alia Franga." You
do not like our ways. We do not like yours. Go and leave our land to
us."

We should say just the same thing, only less politely, were we
"occupied" by the Japanese. They were kind enough to say that the
English were not so bad as the Schwabs, but I fear this was only out
of gratitude for phonograph favours.

In a private room upstairs they sang me a special ballad of the
Greco-Turkish War of 1897, which began by describing how Prince
George of Greece and the British Consul and some other European
officials drank beer together and when they had drunk too much,
planned a treacherous attack upon the Turks. It was a long song and
took four hours to sing--with refreshments in the middle. I did not
stay to the end. Every one, of course, believed in the guilt of the
British Consul.

At Serajevo I got, too, into a very Nationalist Orthodox set through
the Nationalist school kept by Miss Irby. The pro-Serb party was all
Orthodox, wildly anti-Turk and furiously anti-Catholic. All that was
Latinski was abhorrent, and every vice and crime was imputed to the
Catholic clergy. They were represented as fiends in human shape, who
stole people's children and baptized them into the Roman Church. I
had found similar fanaticism among the Montenegrin peasants, but did
not expect it among the educated Bosnian officials and their wives.

They made no secret of being in communication with Serbia, told of
their expedients to smuggle in papers and dodge the police
authorities. And when the windows were carefully shut used to sing
"Onamo, onamo," and other forbidden Nationalist songs. In one
respect I found the Orthodox exactly like the Moslems. They wanted
to be top-dog and suppress the others. A pretty school mistress
complained to me bitterly of the authorities who had put her to
teach in a purely Catholic district, "where I can do no propaganda
at all." She wanted a Parliament for Bosnia, and assured me that as
the Orthodox party Was the largest they would then be able to shout
the others down, from the gallery, and was naively surprised When I
told her that this was forbidden in England, which she had thought
was a free country. She had been taken once to the Budapest
Parliament for the express purpose of screeching all the time
certain members spoke. The debate ended in a free fight, and she had
been hoarse for days.

This idea of freedom is, of course, not unknown in England. It is
the only one existing across the Adriatic. An ardent Great Serbian
once explained: "When Great Serbia is made we mean to have religious
equality everywhere. For instance, in Ragusa there are two
monasteries, both Catholic. This is unjust. When it is ours, one
will be Orthodox and one Catholic."

"Which do you mean to rob then, the Franciscans or the Dominicans?"
he was asked. "Rob!" he said, much hurt. "We are going to make
religious equality. One must be Orthodox and one Catholic." And this
he continued to repeat, though it was urged that in this case one or
the other order must be deprived of its monastery, and that,
moreover, the vast majority of Ragusa is Catholic.

But Liberty is a glorious thing, and I found the Orthodox heartily
approved of Alexander's murder as one step towards it.

By now I had learned that even officials in Austrian employ were
working against the Austrian Government. A friend of mine, who was
also much interested in things South Slavonic, wrote at this time
and suggested I should join the Slovenski Jug Society then recently
formed. But as it was made clear to me that these so-called
patriotic associations were plotting against the Austrian Government
I decided that I, as a British subject, should steer clear of them,
more especially as one could not tell to what lengths they would go.
I had been on the brink of the plot for the destruction of Alexander
Obrenovitch, a sufficiently alarming precedent, so I declined to
become a member of the Slovenski Jug, preferring a front seat at the
drama to being possibly dragged onto the stage.

As one of my objects in this journey was to see Christmas customs in
a peasant house I determined to leave for Montenegro, where I could
do so easily, and left the tense political atmosphere of Bosnia with
some relief.



CHAPTER FOURTEEN

1907

Blindly and bloodily we drift.--MASEFIELD.

The thirteen days' difference between the Old and New Style enabled
me to spend Christmas 1906 at Serajevo, and celebrate it a second
time in old Serb fashion in Krsto's hut at Nyegushi in January 1907.
Montenegro lay deep under snow, all mountain tracks buried. Life in
the villages was rough and severe. We celebrated Christmas, the New
Year, the Blessing of the Waters, and St. Sava. But by leaving
Bosnia I had not found peace. The undercurrent of discontent with
the government was more marked than last year. Even in Nyegushi, the
birthplace of the Prince, there were growlings. What was done with
all the money? The most hateful and wearisome work in all the world
was guarding flocks on the mountain. Therefore a herdsman should be
paid more than a chinovnik (official). Nevertheless every youth
aspired to be a chinovnik, because then you could retire early with
a pension. Many men had lately returned from America with pockets
full of cash. They preached that the duty of a government was to
make "jobs." They used the English word, and their audience had not
the least idea what "jobs" meant, except that it was a highly
desirable something which brought in money. America was a republic,
and in America there were "jobs." Therefore, if you had a republic
you would have "jobs." The new Parliament roused no enthusiasm. The
Prince could veto its decisions, and its members had but childish
notions. The old idea of local soviets was not extinct, nor their
rivalry with the tribe next door. Many a member consequently thought
it his duty to his constituents to veto a road for another district,
until his own had been supplied, without seeing that at this rate
nothing could be done. Dr. Marusitch was clamouring to remove the
capital to Danilovgrad, and make other sweeping changes.
Tomanovitch, the Prime Minister, and his son, aide-de-camp to the
Prince, were hated and reported to have sinister influence. Those
still faithful to the Gospodar blamed him for giving up his official
power. Cetinje, however, was excited over a new subject. A manager
from Earl's Court had come to invite Montenegro to take part in a
Balkan States Exhibition. Highly flattered, Montenegro had signed
the agreement without the ghost of idea what to do or how to do it.
The show was to open in May. Montenegro, of course, could not
possibly be ready by then, so I was asked by the committee to write
a letter informing the management that the exhibition must be
postponed till July, or whenever Montenegro was ready. I explained
that this was no use in England. Montenegro must be ready--or drop
out. They argued: "But when the London people hear there is going to
be an exhibition they will change their season to suit it." I
retorted: "Whenever I want you to do something you say: 'Nije nash
obitchaj!'" (It is not our custom). "Now we say this to you." And I
hustled them. Petar Plamenatz was the Secretary for Home Affairs. He
was to give me facts--imports, exports, education, post, telegraph,
etc.--for an article on Montenegro for the catalogue. Every morning
he said: "To-morrow without fail I will give you all the figures."
And every evening: "Mon Dieu, it is impossible. I am tired!" He had
two hours free at midday and all his evenings. At the last minute,
when told the thing must go to press, he said: "But why all this
anxiety about facts, Mademoiselle? Write what you please. I am sure
it will be charming!" I wrote an essay, which necessarily contained
no point of commercial importance, and insisted that he must hear it
before it was sent as an official Montenegrin production. "But I
have a headache," said Petar. "What does that matter?" said I, and I
made him hear it. He said it was admirable, and added no single
fact. And he was one of the Intelligentzia upon whom the fate of
Europe later depended.

At this time I was daily teaching English to one of the
schoolmasters, an interesting task, as it showed me the total lack
of discipline there is in the education of the average Near Eastern.
He had a good deal of brain power and a certain amount of
information, but was totally unable to make himself do anything he
disliked, even when he knew it to be necessary. Would not begin with
simple things because he was not a child. And when he could not
understand difficult ones, flung the papers on the floor and stamped
on them, vowing he would never do English again. I smiled and said:
"Very well. Don't. It does not matter to me. Goodbye." To which he
would exclaim: "Good God, what fish blood. But with your sangfroid
you are a born Professor. I lose my temper with my class twenty
times a day." He had the impossible Near Eastern ideas of Liberty.
Briefly: "Do as you please, and damn the rest!" Was an ardent "Great
Serbian," but was not a Montenegrin, and when "freedom" was attained
hoped to force Montenegro into the correct path. His idea of
education was primitive. He despised every form of game, exercise,
and gymnastics as waste of time, and had never done any himself.
"That is why you are so absurdly neurotic and you have never learnt
to keep your temper." I chaffed him. He retorted: "Fishblood,
fishblood." An interesting specimen of the Intelligentzia.

Meanwhile Prince Nikola became anxious about Earl's Court. He sent
for me, took a gold medal from his breeches pocket, and gave it to
me with the request that I would go to England, see the managers of
the exhibition, and keep an eye on the exhibition when opened. A
staff of Montenegrins was to come over and manage the section.
Meanwhile, in order that it should become widely known, he thought
it would be a good thing if I told all my friends there was going to
be an exhibition, and ask them to tell theirs. Thus the news might
be spread through London.

That exhibition would take a volume in itself. Briefly, Bulgaria,
Serbia, and Montenegro were represented. Montenegro, with
characteristic laisser faire, never appointed a commissary at all,
and the work all fell on me. Fortunately, in fact, for I was the
buffer state between Serbia and Bulgaria, who were at daggers-drawn.
At the necessary meetings the Serb Commissioner talked German and
Serb into one of my ears, while the Bulgar shouted French and Bulgar
into the other, and the English manager at intervals begged me to
"tell him what was the matter." Even when invited out for a day in
the country the Serb and Bulgar peasants refused to dance together.
John Bull did his best to work up an anti-Serb demonstration more
than once. But though we balanced on the edge of hostilities, the
Balkan War did not break out at Earl's Court.

I have often thought since it was a pity the Foreign Office did not
study our methods.

The five Montenegrins who came "to help" were far too proud to do
any work at all, or associate with any of the others. They looked on
the Bulgars as foreigners, and despised the Serbs.

Montenegro's attitude was shown by Petar Plamenatz, who arrived for
a week's visit as special Commissioner for Montenegro just in time
for the opening ceremony, when I had done the whole preliminary work
of arranging the show.

Lord Fitzmaurice invited all the Balkan representatives to lunch. I
translated the invitation to Petar. "I shall not go," said he. "I
have a headache."

"That makes nothing," said I, "you are here to represent Montenegro.
This invitation is an honour, and I accept it for you." Petar was
surprised. He had naively imagined that as Commissioner for
Montenegro it was he who conferred the honour upon Lord Fitzmaurice.
He went, however. I asked how the party had gone off.

"It was really extraordinary," said Petar. "Do you know that of all
the Balkan representatives, I was the only one who knew how to
conduct myself in a comme il faut manner!" The next invitation, a
dinner, he flatly refused to accept. I was still more resolved that
if I had to "run" the exhibition for Montenegro, Petar should
continue to behave comme il faut. He dodged and excused vainly. I
wrung the truth from him. He had no clean shirt. It is the only time
I ever bought an evening shirt for a gentleman.

Petar left after the most strenuous week of his life. Nothing,
however, would induce his five compatriots to do anything at all,
and just as they thought they had demonstrated that as the finest
representatives of the South Slav stock, their mission in life was
to exist and look beautiful, to their intense surprise the
management sent them home.

Meanwhile, our inability to obtain any reply to business questions
from Montenegro was explained by the sudden news of the discovery of
a plot to assassinate Prince Nikola, and, it was said, his family,
too. Our five Montenegrins received letters from home full of the
wildest details, which they all believed, showing that the country
was in a whirl, and that the Exhibition must be steered! without any
further aid from the homeland. Numbers! of arrests had been made.
Russia was said to be implicated in the plot, for the girls of the
Russian Institute had trampled on the Prince's portrait at the
bidding of Sofia Petrovna, its head!

After this the whole work of the Montenegrin section was wasted. Not
one of the trade openings we found--some very good--were taken up,
and no letters were replied to.

Montenegro, though she did not realize it, had in truth reached the
turning-point of her history. She was no longer the recognized
leader of the Great Serbian movement. During the years when Serbia
was "in Coventry" Montenegro had done nothing to strengthen her
position, save some futile posing to journalists as "the one good
boy." Now Serbia, with Russia behind her, was to the fore.
Montenegro's tide was about to ebb. I wrote strongly to the
Montenegrin Government that it was most necessary to appoint a
representative in London. I would not myself go on doing the work of
a consul Without authority or pay. Preferably they should send a
Montenegrin. If not, I suggested two Englishmen willing to do the
work, one of whom they appointed next year.

It was a step in advance, but it was too late. Serbia, completely
whitewashed, re-established a Legation and a commercial agency, and
began an energetic propaganda.

Meanwhile an event of world-wide importance Took place. On August
31, 1907, the Anglo-Russian agreement was signed. The Anglo-Russian
difficulties of the Middle East were arranged, and Russia was free
to turn all her attention towards Constantinople.

She was lavishly supplied with French gold, and could count on
French military support. France was already arming and aiding her
Balkan ally, Serbia. And Russia, without doubt, was aware of the
"military conversations" of France and England. Possibly the
agreement with Russia was one outcome of them. It is noteworthy that
though England had "agreed" with Russia, so little did she realize
the possibilities of the Near East, that we were the only Great
Power which had no permanent representative in Montenegro, and no
representative at all on the East of the Balkan peninsula, save Mr.
Summa, our Albanian Vice-consul at Scutari.

Austria retorted to the steps being taken by the Russo-French group
by obtaining from the Sultan permission to build a railway from
Uvatz, on the Bosnian frontier, to Mitrovitza, which would link up
Serajevo with Salonika.

The Balkan railway question had been rankling for years. The Slav
wanted an east-and-west line to connect with the Adriatic. The
Teuton a north-south one to reach the Aegean. Neither would allow
the other's plan to mature. I used to get much amusement in mixed
company by proposing various railway lines and hearing the violent
denunciations or applause that followed, according to the political
aims of those present.

The Turks have been freely blamed for neither constructing railways
nor allowing others to do so. But to be fair, one is bound to admit
that they knew very well such lines would be used for strategical
purposes, and they lived in terror of the Slav Adriatic line. Before
judging Abdul Hamid harshly, let us consider at what period we
should have allowed Russia to build and control a line across India
"to advance trade."

The year 1908 opened with the railway question. Russia and Serbia
furious about the Uvatz-Mitrovitza scheme. The Morning Post, it is
of interest to note, was markedly pro-Austrian.

I remembered four points: (1) The Austrians' boast that they would
be in Salonika by 1909; (2) The Pasha of Plevlje's statement that
Austria had more troops in the Sanjak than she was entitled to; (3)
The oft-repeated statement of Serb and Montenegrin that the Austrian
gendarmerie officers superintending "reforms" in Macedonia smuggled
in arms; (4) That Serbs and Montenegrins were also arming and
carrying on a sharp Great Serbian propaganda in Bosnia, the
Herzegovina, and the Sanjak.

In the great race Austria now seemed a neck ahead, riding Uvatz to
Salonika.



CHAPTER FIFTEEN

1908. A FATEFUL YEAR

Europe was now definitely divided into two camps, each arming
against the other. Plots thickened, and events crowded on one
another. So knotted did the Balkan threads become, it is hard to
untwine them. One thing must be remembered, and that is that at the
centre of the knot was always Constantinople. To which Power or
group should it belong?

I arrived in Cetinje at the end of April to find things about as bad
as they could be. Depression was general, and the place in a hush of
terror. Every one hastened to warn me against every one else. The
Prince was due next day on his return from Petersburg, whence great
things were expected, and a general holiday was proclaimed in honour
of the event. Mourning added to the general gloom, for the two
infant sons of Prince Mirko, the only direct heirs to the throne,
had died within a month or two of each other of tubercular
meningitis. Baby Stefan had been playfully called Stefan Dushan II,
with the hope that he would reign at Prizren--and he was dead. All
hope of a child to Prince Danilo had been given up; much had died
with Baby Stefan. Some even hinted at foul play, but this suspicion
was quite groundless, for tuberculosis was rapidly spreading in the
land; it is worth mentioning only as showing the mental state of the
country.

On the other side were murmurs deep and sinister against the Prince
and his line, the first growl of a storm. The prisons were full.
Folk whispered of many untried prisoners. Some Who had befriended me
in former years were not only in prison, but in heavy irons
--Gjurovitch, who had been a minister, and poor garrulous Dr.
Marusitch. His wife had snatched her husband's revolver and fired at
the gendarme who arrested him. The peasants of Drobnjak had tried to
prevent the arrest of Serb agents who were distributing
revolutionary leaflets, printed in Belgrade. Soldiers were sent to
enforce the arrests. Some had refused to act, and had had some heavy
sentences inflicted on them. It was all part of the Great Serbian
movement. The Montenegrin Government would send no more students to
Belgrade to be corrupted.

The very morning after my arrival Tomanovitch, the Prime Minister,
sent for me. He was extremely anxious and nervous, and asked what
the English papers said about the plot against Prince Nikola. I told
him the English Press had said little beyond reporting unrest in
Montenegro. He hurried to deny there was any, and said he wished me
to know the truth. Prince Nikola had behaved with the greatest
moderation, and had even permitted Dr. Marusitch to visit his sick
child. The plot against the Prince had been planned by wicked
enemies from outside. What did I intend writing to the papers on the
subject?

I had been but a few hours in Cetinje, but perceived the affair was
a bad one, and as I knew people on both sides it would be hard to
avoid being dragged into it. I replied therefore that I had written
nothing, and intended writing nothing to the papers, and wished to
take no part in Montenegro's internal affairs. He was visibly
relieved and thanked me. We parted on friendly terms, he assuring me
that he wanted me to know the "truth." So did every one else. And it
was always different. One side said that so soon as the people had
had a voice, a wild scramble for place and power had ensued; that
"freedom of the Press" had loosed such a flood of scurrility, abuse,
and libel that it had to be suppressed by force; that finding
themselves thwarted, a gang of malcontents had plotted to
assassinate the Prince--some said Prince Danilo, too--and to seize
power themselves; that they had been in communication with Russia
and Serbia, and had arranged the affair in the latter country; that
severe example should be made, and wholesale executions take place.

On the other hand, folk said that the Prince, furiously jealous of
power, had offered the "Constitution" merely as a pretence to Europe
that he was up-to-date, and had so arranged as to retain autocracy;
that he purposely suppressed knowledge, kept out literature, and
encouraged only the narrowest education in order to retain power and
keep folk ignorant; that those arrested were the cream of the land,
all the most advanced spirits, all those who were for civilization;
that even schoolboys had been hunted down like wild beasts and
thrown into prison as political offenders; that no one's life was
safe; that spies were everywhere, who curried favour with the
Petrovitches by the numbers they arrested; that the prisoners were
miserably maltreated. The more moderate declared the Prince to be
helpless in a "ring;" that by rashly giving the Constitution he had
deprived himself largely of power, and no longer knew what went on;
that, till he gave up administering justice eight years before, he
had been "the father of his flock," and knew all about everything.
Now he had lost touch and would never regain it. They hoped for a
general amnesty of all prisoners. The Prince's return from Russia
was melancholy. He was reported to be suffering from a feverish
attack, and the Princess, too, was very unwell. His journey was
believed to have been a failure.

The Russians of Cetinje received me with extraordinary enthusiasm.
Filled with joy for the Anglo-Russian agreement, Sofia Petrovna, of
the Russian Institute, kissed me over and over again. The Institute
was a feature of Cetinje, and Sofia Petrovna was its queen. It was
the Pan-Slav centre of the whole district, where Slav girls, brought
in from Turkish and Austrian districts--girls from Prizren, girls
from Bosnia and Dalmatia, as well as Montenegrin girls, were brought
up to Serbism and belief in Holy Russia. Mademoiselle was stout,
ruddy, And amazingly energetic; autocratic, but good-natured. Her
lean, restless-eyed subordinate, Alexandrovna, however, drove the
pupils the way they should go with pitiless severity, and perhaps as
a result the girls of the Institute were all said to leave it
finished intriguers.

The glory of Holy Russia was what Sofia Petrovna lived for. Russia
and England were now united, and she dreamed dreams and saw visions.
Russia's path was clear. Her dominion over all Europe and all Asia
merely a matter of time. Sofia was enchanted. "Ah, my dear! What is
your Empire? Your ambitions are nothing to ours. Nothing, nothing.
Till now you have stood in our path. Now we shall march together.
Russia is God's agent. You will give us your practicalness. We shall
give you our beautiful religion. For at present you know you have
none!" Borne on a wave of enthusiasm, she pressed me to spend Good
Friday and Easter Sunday at the Institute and take part in the
celebrations.

The gathering was very Russian. I was astonished at the difference
made by the Anglo-Russian agreement. Hitherto the Legation had been
distantly polite. Had sometimes asked questions, but never supplied
information. Now nothing could exceed their friendliness. Together
England and Russia were to fight Germany, and I said in vain I had
no wish to. "Your commerce necessitates it," they declared. They
considered Austria's railway scheme to Salonika as a direct insult
"which we shall never permit." About Montenegro they despaired. The
Prince was riding to ruin. All Russians who visited him were pained
to find him surrounded with Austrian Slavs, Gregovitch, Tomanovitch,
Ramadanovitch, even his doctor, Perisitch--all from Austria. The
very servants in the palaces often Austrian or German. The arrests
had been directed by senseless fear; he had alienated the sympathy
of the best in the land; could brook no rival; had quarrelled with
his Petrovitch relations; listened only to flatterers who directed
him against Russia. Finally, they blamed him severely for the
Constitution, which he had promulgated! without consulting Russia..
Even she--Sofia Petrovna--who had given twenty years of her life to
Montenegro and spared no pains; even she was now the victim of
anti-Russian intrigue, and accused of the childish folly of bidding
her girls trample on the Prince's portrait! Her girls--in a school
paid for largely by the Dowager Tsaritsa! Oh, it was too much. And
the Prince had believed it, and informed her that never again would
the Royal Family visit the school (nor, in fact, did they). Tears
stood in the poor lady's eyes. Her school had been the meeting-place
of the intelligentzia. Ministers, priests, and officials had sought
her advice. Now persons wishing to curry favour with the Prince had
maligned her.

A lying, treacherous race, said one of the Russians. But poor Sofia,
through her tears, said they were foolish and misled. Both she and
the Secretary of Legation wanted me to ask, for an audience with the
Prince, but I decided not to be mixed in anybody's plots, so merely
left a card at the Palace, where I learnt that the Prince was still
very unwell. A report of a conversation between Vesnitch, Serbian
Minister in Paris, and Izvolsky, October 1908 (see Bogitchcvitch,
xvii), throws light on what had occurred. "You must," said Izvolsky,
"however, soon come to an understanding with Montenegro. The
scandalous discord which exists between Belgrade and Cetinje must be
cleared off the carpet. We have most urgently pressed this on Prince
Nikola when he was in Petersburg." The Prince, we may surmise, went
to ask Russian support, received no sympathy, began to realize he
was no longer Russia's "only friend," and was filled with sick
anxiety.

The Montenegrins, too, were much excited about the Anglo-Russian
agreement. Vuko Vuletitch said cheerfully: "Now you can fight
Germany." And the usual group round the hotel door cried: "Of course
you will. For what else is this Entente? You must fight soon, or you
will lose all your trade." They looked forward to an Anglo-Russian
Paradise, where the Teuton ceased from troubling. I fear it is not
so joyful as they anticipated.

Vuko Vukotitch was as sore as Sofia Petrovna. He, too, had been
accused of anti-Petrovitch sympathies, and threatened with the
boycott of his hotel. He was seeking influential marriages for his
many daughters. The eldest, Madame Rizoff, as wife of the Bulgarian
diplomatic agent, was already playing a part in politics. Rumour
said he had been on the point of affiancing another to one of the
men now in prison.

I decided that Cetinje was no place for me, and that I would carry
out my long deferred plan of a tour in the Albanian mountains. Sofia
Petrovna pressed upon me an introduction to M. Lobatcheff, the
Russian Vice-Consul at Scutari, and thither I went, leaving Cetinje
to stew in its own juice. It was anthropology I wanted, not plots.

My work and travels in High Albania I have told elsewhere. I shall
here only indicate the political happenings, for I did not escape
them by going from Montenegro. In the Balkans you may change your
mind any number of times, but you never change your sky full of
Power-clouds.

All Europe was represented at Scutari, as in Cetinje, but by
Consuls, not Ministers. A difference mainly in name, for they were
there for the same purpose, and in Turkish territory even a
Vice-Consul, if of an energetic and bullying nature, had almost as
much influence as a Minister Plenipotentiary. For the Turks lived in
terror of the Great Powers who squatted round the edge waiting an
opportunity to pounce, and allowed consuls to do things unthinkable
in any other land. During the late war America was roused to frenzy
because the German representatives there tried to work a German
propaganda. But for over a century the representative of every Power
that wanted a bit of Turkey, not only worked ceaselessly by similar
means, but had a private post office by which to convey and
distribute the correspondence of any revolutionaries his country was
supporting; had spies everywhere, and could, should any of his
minions be caught red-handed by the Turkish authorities, obtain and
demand their release, if not by fair means, then by foul. The Turks
could not even close a brothel, if protected, as it frequently was,
by a Great Power.

In Scutari, in 1908, Austria and Italy were both working strenuously
to obtain influence over Albania. Austria had had a long start.
Italy was now a good second. One made a hospital, the other replied
with a home for the aged. One played a dispensary, the other an
infant school, and so on, regardless of expense. Russia, who hoped
ultimately to obtain Albanian lands for the Serbs, made a very bad
third, for the Slav element in Scutari and its district was so small
as to be practically negligible, and she could not work, as did her
rivals, by means of churches and schools. There were but a few Slav
families, mainly those whose ancestors had fled from Montenegro or
the Herzegovina to escape from bloodvengeance, with a sprinkling of
late comers who were "wanted" by the Montenegrin police. A tiny
school and church were all they could fill. M. Lobatcheff and Petar
Plamenatz, however, gave all their energies to working on this
element and keeping it as discontented as possible.

Lobatcheff was very friendly to me. Being introduced by the Russians
in Cetinje, I was expected to supply and convey information. The
politics of the little consular world are funny. I found that the
fact that he--Lobatcheff--representing All the Russias, had as a
mere Vice-Consul to walk behind Petar Plamenatz, representing All
Montenegro as a Consul-General, rankled most bitterly. He, too, like
the Russian Legation at Cetinje, made no concealment of his belief
that Montenegro had taken the wrong turning, and was on the down
grade; said the Prince, after the wholesale arrests of last summer,
would never regain his position and popularity. But I would not be
attached to the Russian consulate, nor to any other party, and made
the acquaintance also of the attache to the Austrian Consulate, a
charming and cultivated Viennese, who was my very good friend.

Austria was represented by an arch-plotter, Consul-General Krai, who
worked the pro-Austrian propaganda; the same man who was in Monastir
when I was there in 1903-4, and he did not like my reappearance in
Scutari. Count Mancinelli represented Italy. France had not in 1908
begun her pro-Slav intrigues in Albania, and had but a feeble
representative, who picked quarrels with the Austrian attache over
the latter's bulldog. But as in the Near East even a consular dog is
suspected of politics, this may, for all I know, have been the first
sproutling of France's subsequent conduct.

The Austrian Consulate-General, with Krai at its head, was easily
top-dog in Scutari then. The Slavs punned on his name: "Krai hoche
bit' Kralj!" (Krai wants to be king). Especially he looked on the
mountains as an Austrian preserve, and sent parties of Austrians
there. The Turkish Government, acutely suspicious of "tourists,"
consequently forbade all strangers to travel inland--pretending
danger. Just before my arrival, an Englishman, who arrived with
letters to the Vali from our Embassy at Constantinople, had been
refused a permit to travel inland, and had gone for a tour in
Montenegro instead.

Our dear old Albanian Vice-Consul, M. Nikola Summa, however, said
that if I would go without permission the tour could be easily
managed. And so it was. The now notorious Essad Pasha, then Bey, was
head of the Scutari gendarmerie, and I dodged his patrols
successfully in the grey dawn.

Essad, known through the land as "the tyrant of Tirana," had till
recently commanded gendarmerie at Janina. By his unscrupulous
extortions and his quarrels he had made the place too hot to hold
him, and had been transferred to Scutari, where he was very
unpopular. The tale current about him was that he had married a
second wife because his first had not borne him a son; that he lived
in terror of being poisoned by the discarded lady, and Scutari
cheerfully wished her speedy success.

Head of the family of Toptani of Tirana, he was known to be very
ambitious, and was therefore employed by the Turkish Government, who
thought it safer to make a friend than a foe of him. His elder
brother, Gani Bey, had been murdered in Constantinople some years
earlier, by a son of the Grand Vezir by order, it was said, of Abdul
Hamid. The murder had been dramatically avenged by Gjujo Fais, one
of Gani's serving men, who shot the assassin in broad daylight on
the Galata bridge. A spirited ballad, one of the most popular in the
land, describes this feat. Gjujo's life was spared, but 'in 1908 he
was still in prison, and Essad was despised for having left his
brother to be avenged by a servant. Essad took vengeance later, as
we shall see.

In the Albanian mountains, as in Bosnia, it was impossible not to
wonder at the great work done by Austria. Every Catholic tribe had
its neat and usually well-caredfor church, whose priest lived hard
by in a house rough, it is true, but superior in its arrangements to
the average native dwelling.

Europe had entrusted Austria with the care of the Catholics of North
Albania. She had trained priests, built and maintained churches and
hospices, had built the Cathedral of Scutari, and established and
protected the first Albanian schools of the North. Austria had
carried out Europe's behest well.

With but few exceptions all the mountain priests were Albanians, and
almost all had had part of their training in Austria. In knowledge
and intelligence they were much ahead of the almost untrained
"popas" of Montenegro, who had never been beyond their own borders.
In the case of the higher ecclesiastical orders the difference was
even more marked, for they included many very cultivated and able
men.

The Catholic quarter of Scutari had greatly advanced since my first
visit in 1901. New shops and businesses had been opened, and the
streets repaved. I made the acquaintance of many of the townsfolk,
and was struck by-the far higher standard of cleanliness to be found
here than in Cetinje.

The idea that the Montenegrin could teach civilization to the
Albanian was patently absurd.

Scutari was hotly excited over the bomb affair of Cetinje. The trial
of the prisoners, who had been in close confinement for nearly a
year, came on in May. Scutari, as a whole, expressed disgust for the
Montenegrins: "Nikita," folk said, "is our enemy. But he has done
well for Montenegro. If God had given us a Prince like him we should
have known how to value him." Petar Plamenatz left Scutari to defend
the prisoners, and his consular colleagues--including Lobatcheff
--foretold that all would receive heavy sentences, for they had no
great opinion of Petar's powers.

The trial proved highly sensational. The fact that a good deal of
evidence was given by a Bosnian journalist--one Nastitch--who was
proved later in the Frledjung trial to be a discreditable witness,
has led to the erroneous opinion in some quarters that the plot was
a bogus affair. But the plot was a very genuine one, as I learnt
beyond all doubt from my own observations, from details given me by
relatives of some of the men implicated, and other Montenegrin
sources. It was, in fact, the first round in the death-or-victory
struggle for supremacy between the Karageorgevitches and the
Petrovitches, the prize for which was to be the headship of Great
Serbia.

I had learnt already in 1905 the growing ill-feeling against Prince
Nikola, and had remarked that his most bitter critics had lived in
Russia or Serbia.

There was also talk of a widespread secret society, known as the
Club. A club in the Near East means something revolutionary. The
people of Andrijevitza, who told me later on in hushed whispers
about the "Clubashi," were amazed to hear that in London the police
permitted clubs to exist in the best thoroughfares. The Clubashi
went round the country spreading Great Serbian propaganda. Its
headquarters were in Belgrade, where it worked by inciting the
numerous Montenegrin students to revolution. The brother of one of
these students, and the son of one of the arrested men, both gave me
details. The students met in an eating-house at Belgrade, since
notorious, "At the sign of the Green Garland" (Zelenom Vjencu).
Great Serbia could not have two heads. The Petrovitches were
therefore to be rendered impotent. All the powder and ammunition
magazines of Montenegro were to be simultaneously seized, and the
Prince was to be killed, or--and many preferred this--terrorized
into abdication. Nikola was represented by the propagandists as the
tyrant that stood in Great Serbia's path. Any one who has passed
hours and days in Near Eastern eating-houses and cafes knows the
ceaseless political altercations which go on and the violence of the
sentiments habitually expressed, heightened ever by one glass more
of rakia, "josh jedan!" The South Slav is a born orator, and sweeps
away himself and his listeners on a flood of eloquence. I have seen
livid wrath over mere trivialities. Had our Foreign Office but
graduated in a Balkan pot-house its outlook on things Near Eastern
would have been greatly extended.

The plot against Prince Nikola failed, for one of the said students
had doubts about it and wrote to his brother, who held an official
position in Montenegro, hinting at sinister events. The recipient
told me that he feared at first that his brother was mixed in the
affair, and wrote a very strong remonstrance. In return the boy
supplied the Montenegrin Government with full details as to the
routes by which the conspirators would enter the country with their
bombs.

They were all arrested on arrival. Some came via Cattaro, others
overland to Andrijevitza, for the Vassojevitch tribe, together with
the Bratonitchitch and the Drobnjaci, were deeply dipped in the
plot, and in touch with the propaganda worked by Serb komitadjis in
the district between Serbia and Montenegro. Vassojevitch paid
heavily. Three of her finest youths were condemned to be publicly
shot. The whole population, including even the mothers of the
condemned, were ordered to witness the execution, and to the further
anguish of the relatives the bodies were buried "like dogs" by the
wayside.

Such was the plot. The question was: Who was behind the Montenegrin
students in Belgrade, and who supplied the bombs? These came from
the Royal Serbian arsenal at Kraguyevatz, where, in 1902, I had
heard so much of Karageorgism. It was asserted at the trial that
Prince George of Serbia had been concerned in obtaining them. That
they were brought from Serbia by Montenegrins was proven. It was
then clearly the duty of the Serbian Government to investigate into
a conspiracy planned on its own soil against a neighbour state and
punish the supplier of Government bombs. It not only, however,
refused to extradite certain Montenegrin students, who were suspect,
but it made no arrests, asserted violently it knew nothing of the
plot, took no steps to obtain information, and withdrew its
representative from Montenegro.

To one who, like myself, knew from personal experience that you
cannot even draw a cow or buy a carpet in Serbia without the
knowledge of the Serbian police, the conduct of the Serbian
Government was entirely unconvincing, and the obvious reply to
Serbia's "We know nothing," was "But it is your business to know and
to take such steps as to make it impossible in the future for a gang
of students in a pot-house in the capital to plot the murder of a
neighbour sovereign, and to obtain Government bombs for the purpose.
Who superintends the foreign students in your capital?"

Pashitch, when interviewed on the subject, replied only that
Montenegro had made demands for extradition "completely incompatible
with our constitution and laws, and so they could not be fulfilled."
He was Prime Minister during part of this troublous time, but did
nothing to make peace between the two rival Serb nations.

Montenegro claimed that even before the discovery of the plot
Belgrade knew that something was happening, as Serb papers had been
carrying on an anti-Petrovitch propaganda openly, and had reported
that the Montenegrin students of Belgrade University had read a
proclamation calling on Montenegrins to revolt.

Of the accused, several turned informers against others, and asked
for pardon. Others begged for light sentences, but did not deny
guilt. The ex-Minister Gjurovitch denied all complicity, and so did
poor Marusitch, but his wild and loudly expressed plans for turning
Montenegro upside down and inside out went hopelessly against him.
Both men got heavy sentences.

Lobatcheff, the Russian Vice-Consul, was furious at the arrest of
Marusitch, the ex-Russian military surgeon, declared him a harmless
chatterbox, and said Prince Nikola had lost his head. So had all
Montenegro. Neither party knew which would come out "top-dog"; each
suspected the other, and spies and treachery were rampant. Prince
Nikola leapt at any evidence that would help him crush his enemies,
and Nastitch, the spy, took advantage of his terror to help widen
the gap that already yawned between Serbia and Montenegro. The
Prince was terrified. Not only was his life threatened, but even if
that were spared he dreaded losing the one thing for which he had
lived and striven--the throne of Great Serbia. That Austria, as some
have stated, should have planned the coup is very improbable. For
one thing, its object was to strengthen Serbia by joining the two
states under one dynasty. Not even Sofia Petrovna nor Lobatcheff,
both red-hot believers in Holy Russia and haters of Austria, ever
even suggested to me that Austria was the cause: they ascribed it
all to Nikola's own folly, and were pro-Serb. That Austria should
try to take advantage of the complication was but natural.

Among the accused who got crushingly heavy sentences of imprisonment
in irons was Radovitch, since well known as one of Nikola's fiercest
opponents. He was known as a "Clubashi," and as an engineer had
built the prison at Podgoritza, to which he was now doomed. "My God,
why did I build cells like this?" is said to have been his cry on
entering, for the prison was inhuman in its arrangements.

"True or false," I noted in my diary at the time, "the charge
against the Crown Prince George of Serbia will probably split Serbia
and Montenegro. ... I hope old Nikola's reign won't end in fiasco."

By the time the trial was ended much else had happened. In June King
Edward and the Tsar had met at Reval. England and Russia had indeed
"agreed." And things were acute in Morocco. The junior staff of the
Austrian consulate chaffed me, and asked when we meant to fight
Germany. I declared "Never." My friend the attache assured me that
if we went on in the way we were going we should be obliged to have
military conscription. The Macedonian question now was acute.
England was believed to have arranged with Russia to take active
steps in Turkey. We discussed it endlessly. The attache used to dine
with me, and we agreed that our respective countries were guilty. If
the Powers wished, they could establish order easily. No Power
wanted order. Each was seeking its own interests. Never has there
been more hypocritical humbug talked by both great and small Powers
than over Macedonia. They handed moral letters about law and order
to the Turk with one hand, and with the other distributed
revolutionary funds to effectually prevent the establishment of
either. Each group preferred to burn up the whole place rather than
let the other get a bit of it.

The ethics of the situation were illustrated by Lobatcheff, who
asked me whether I thought Montenegro safe for tourists. On my
replying that I had had no difficulties, he told me that a Czech had
very recently been murdered there for his money, and his body cut to
pieces and hidden. The Montenegrin peasants had declared that,
contrary to their advice, he had gone over the Albanian frontier,
and the remains had only been accidentally discovered. Lobatcheff
had had the details from Dr. Perisitch, the Prince's physician, who
had made the post mortem.

Next day the Austrian attache came laughing, and told how some Czech
tourists had just arrived, and at once bought and put on fezzes as a
protection against the "fanatical inhabitants," who, so they had
been told in Cetinje, had lately murdered a Czech. I gave him
Lobatcheff's report, which put a very different complexion on the
matter. When it was too late Lobatcheff came to beg me to consider
the tale of the murder as strictly confidential. The Austrians were
on no account to hear of it! Nor could I make him see that it was
only fair to warn others beside Russians and English. In fact
Lobatcheff's ideas were little less crude than those of Montenegro.
Like the Cetinje folk, he expected that the result of the
Anglo-Russian agreement would be that Russia would get all she
wanted, and was vexed that I took up the cause of the Albanians. The
more I saw of the Albanians and of the Slav intrigues for their
destruction, the more I thought Albania worthy of help. The
enterprising and industrious Albanian was worth a dozen of the
conceited idle Montenegrins. Except Prince Nikola and the hotelier
Vuke Vuletitch, it was hard to find a Montenegrin in Cetinje who
used his brains--if he had any. An educated Albanian is often a
highly cultivated man, whereas even Lobatcheff was forced to admit
that Paris and Petersburg could not make more of a Montenegrin than
a Petar Plamenatz or a Marusitch. Nor was the Austrian Consul Kral
better pleased with my Albanian travels. It was reported to him that
whereas the mountains had formerly been pro-Austrian, they had
become, since my visit, entirely pro-English. He concluded,
ridiculously enough, that I was sent by the British Government, and
made a long report to Vienna about me, as I ascertained later. I was
unaware then of the activity being shown by the Franco-Russian
combine and England, and thought his anxiety overdone. To an outside
observer, however, Anglo-Russian activity also seemed perilous.
Baron Greindl, Belgian Minister at Berlin at that very time, wrote
(July 4, Letter 49): "I asked the Secretary of State yesterday ...
if he had not yet received the English proposals with regard to
reforms in Macedonia. .. . I said that another point seemed
disquieting to me, viz. the way in which the preliminary pourparlers
were conducted between London and St. Petersburg to the exclusion of
Austria-Hungary, whose interests were of the most importance in
Balkan affairs."

That Krai spied my movements is perhaps under these circumstances
not surprising, more especially as Lobatcheff, who hated him, called
out derisively to him at a friendly gathering of all the Consuls:
"Have not you found out what the English-woman is here for yet?"
which made matters worse.

The political tension was felt even in the remote corners of the
Albanian mountains. Tribesmen vaguely expected war. An Austrian
advance in the Sanjak was rumoured.

I was up in the mountains when the astounding news arrived that
there had been a Turkish revolution. It was incredible. I hastened
to Scutari. Not one Consulate as yet had any information, except
that a Constitution had been proclaimed. Scutari was wildly excited.
The foreign representatives were sceptical and contemptuous. The
thing was impossible. Not till Sunday, August 2nd, did the official
proclamations and rejoicing begin. Then all North Albania was wild
with joy. Moslem and Christian united. It was believed that Europe
had intervened, and the Turk would rule no more. The mountain men
swarmed down in their best, were feasted by the town, shouted "Long
live Constituzi," and fired their rifles till not a cartridge was
left in the town. Yet with over two thousand armed men in the town
for two days and nights, and no police force to cope with an
outbreak, not a single disorder occurred. Every one was far too
happy to do wrong, and enjoyed themselves wholeheartedly. Even the
French Consul and Lobatcheff, who did not conceal their
anti-Albanian feelings, said: "Mon Dieu! what a people this would be
if they had a just ruler!"

The Mirdites were cautious. Their Abbot, Premi Dochi, waited to see
which way the wind blew before committing his flock. In reply to the
newly-appointed Vali, who asked why the Mirdites did not come to
take the oath of fealty, he replied that when he was allowed to
return from exile to Mirdita, he promised that he would concern
himself solely with spiritual affairs, and was therefore powerless;
that the only head the Mirdites recognized was Prenk Bib Doda, their
chief, who was unfortunately in exile still at Constantinople. He
alone could put matters right. It was an astute move. The Young
Turks at once sent Prenk home.

On September 30th Prenk Pasha rode up into Mirdita and was received
by his delighted people. I went with him, and witnessed the wildly
magnificent scene. Mirdita believed no Turkish promises. They had
never seen "a Constituzi"; they did not know if they would like it,
and thought it was a "flam of the devil." Nor were they pleased to
see the two Young Turk representatives, Halil and Khiassim Beys. It
took all the eloquence of the Abbot to talk them over, and only
after long deliberations did they consent to swear a "besa" (peace
oath) till Ash Wednesday, 1909, stipulating at the same time for the
retention of their old privileges and their old laws.

Premi Dochi's successful scheme for the restoration to Mirdita of
Prenk Bib Doda was a masterpiece, which might have well led to the
autonomy of Albania. Had Prenk been a born leader of men, not only
Mirdita but all the mountain tribes would have rallied to him. But
alas! there was nothing of the leader in him. Thirty years of
enforced idleness and exile had turned him from a rebel youth into a
stout and amiable elderly gentleman, with a considerable sense of
humour, but devoid of all capacity or even desire, to rule.

The Abbot's trump card was not an ace--it was not even a knave.

Meanwhile the Austrian Consulate was bubbling with rumours of a
quarrel at Ischl between King Edward VII and the Emperor Franz
Josef. It was said that King Edward had rudely walked out of the
Royal box at the theatre where he was the Emperor's guest, in the
middle of the performance, and had given as an excuse that the
performance was improper. The consular youths refused to believe any
play could be too highly flavoured for the King of England, judging
by pieces which they knew he had witnessed, and declared there had
been a political quarrel. This was later officially denied. In any:
case the result was the same--friction and misunderstanding between
the two countries--and it is evident that King Edward's journeys to
Reval cannot have pleased Franz Josef.

Nor was there any sign that the Turkish Constitution would be a
success. The Albanian Moslems were soon furious to find that instead
of giving them freedom, it meant that they would all now have to
give military service. The districts of Ipek, Prizren, Djakova,
Upper Dibra, Scutari, and others who had hitherto been exempt,
declared that they had not fought the Turk for years in order to be
conquered now. The Christians, who had believed that "Constituzi"
meant the Turk was going, were horrified. Nothing would induce them
to fight for the Turks. Already in September I found distrust of the
Turk all through Kosovo vilayet. The Moslems who had gathered at
Ferizovitch and demanded Constitution of Abdul Hamid saw they had
been tricked. They declared they had been summoned to fight Austria,
and said they were ready to do that, but they would never allow
themselves to be dictated to by the Turks.

I talked with the two Young Turk officers, Halil and Khiassim Bey,
at Scutari. They were hopelessly ignorant. Knew, in fact, no more
about a Constitution than did the up-country mountain men. It was a
sort of magic word which was to put all right. They were arranging
to be photographed in new uniforms with plenty of gold braid, and
were childishly happy. When I said: "But you have the Bulgar
question, the Greek, the Serb, and Albanian questions all to solve
in Europe alone--surely those are more important than new uniforms,"
they replied: "These questions no longer exist. We have made a law.
All are now Ottomans!"

"You may make a law that a cat is a dog," said I, "but it will
remain a cat."

They expressed horror that I should compare human beings to animals,
and Halil persisted: "It will be like England. In England you have
the people of Scotland and Ireland. But they are all English. A man
from Scotland, for example, would not say 'I am Scotch.'"

"But he would," I persisted. "If you call an Irishman, English, he
will probably knock you down." They were surprised and incredulous.
They had no plans, no ideas. That no one wanted to be an Ottoman,
and that, contracted to "Ot" the word was used as a term of contempt
to denote "Turk" by the town Christians was unknown to them. Albania
was, in fact, for the Young Turks, the most important of its
European possessions, for, well handled, it might have remained
loyal to the Turk against the dreaded Slav. But Constantinople did
nothing to achieve this. And Scutari was infuriated because, though
the prisoners had  been released in honour of the Constitution
throughout the land, the doors of Scutari prisons were still closed.
Folk began to say: "The Young Turk is as bad as the Old."

I took a long journey up into Kosovo vilayet to districts which had
previously been practically closed to travellers for many years,
visiting Djakova, Prizren, Prishtina, Mitrovitza, and the plain of
Kosovo. Here it seemed obvious that the new regime must fail. The
Serbs everywhere were in very much of a minority, and their headmen
--the Bishop of Prizren, the Archimandrite of Grachanitza, the
master of the Serb theological school at Prizren, and others frankly
lamented the Turkish revolution, and looked on it only as a
frustration of all their schemes. A well-governed Turkey was the
last thing they wished for, as it would prevent the creation of
Great Serbia. Prizren itself was so overwhelmingly Albanian that the
Serbian College, with its students brought even from Montenegro and
other non-Turk lands, seemed ridiculously artificial.

Nor were the Albanians any longer pleased about the revolution. They
meant to accept nothing that would bring them further under Turkish
power. As for the Turkish authorities, they were still under the
magic of the blessed word "Constitution," and in order that
foreigners should be so too, sent gendarmes ahead to prepare a group
of "peasants rejoicing under the Constitution" at Djakova, ready for
the arrival of some French delegates.

I was back in Scutari when, on October 5th, came the startling news
that Ferdinand of Bulgaria had proclaimed himself Tsar of
independent Bulgaria. This confirmed the Christians of the town in
their rooted belief that all that was going on was arranged by the
Great Powers for the purpose of entirely overthrowing the Turk.

Tuesday, October 6th, the Austrian attache had supper with me, and
was bubbling with excitement. He had a great piece of news, but it
might not yet be told. I was to try and guess< He would tell me so
soon as possible. Wednesday and Thursday passed, and on Friday
early, in rushed my old Marko crying: "War is declared by Serbia,
Russia, Montenegro, and Turkey against Austria!" Why, he did not
know. Running out to learn, I met the attache beaming: "We have
annexed Bosnia and the Herzegovina!" he said. "Then you have done a
dashed silly thing!" said I. He was greatly surprised, and promised
to come to dinner with me and fight it out. I went to the
Montenegrin Consulate and found Petar Plamenatz almost in tears with
a red-hot proclamation of Prince Nikola's in his hands, calling on
all Serbs of all countries to unite and denounce the breaking of the
Berlin Treaty, and laying great stress on the fact that all his
ancestors were buried in the Herzegovina, which was now seized by
Austria. Petar was of opinion that war was inevitable, otherwise all
the plans of the Serbs for Great Serbia were ruined. Serbs and
Montenegrins must act as brothers.

Excitement in the town was further heated by the arrival of the
French Minister from Belgrade, who interviewed the newly-arrived
Prenk Bib Doda, and the wildest things were reported and believed,
even that England, Germany, and Austria had combined to crush the
Slavs. Folk discussed which Power would land there. Prizren was said
to have declared itself independent. And one of the political
prisoners of the Cetinje bomb affair, who had been condemned to
fifteen years, escaped and took refuge in Scutari. In the general
excitement I never learnt his name, and he left for Serbia.

The Austrian attache duly came to dinner, and explained that it was
absolutely necessary to annex Bosnia as the Young Turks were
preparing for the general elections. The two provinces were
nominally part of the Turkish Empire, and the Turks would claim that
they should be represented in their Parliament. Europe had never
intended the provinces to revert to Turkey; they had been entirely
Austrian for thirty years, and the change was in name only. It would
also make it possible to give the provinces a liberal and civilian
government, a thing not possible when it was a question only of a
military occupation. I countered with: "Let sleeping dogs lie."
Europe would never have taken it from Austria, and if it had been
agreed that Austria should retire from part she would have been
necessarily heavily compensated. He replied: "Ah, but you don't know
something we know, and which has expedited the affair. England is on
the point of annexing Egypt. The same problem faces you there." I
did not believe this possible, and declared that we were pledged to
the Egyptians to restore the land to them. I believed, then, we
should keep our word. He laughed, and said he had certain
information that we should annex it. Nor would he agree, when I
persisted, that Austria had made a mistake in not bringing the
question up before the signatory Powers. We discussed the
anti-Austrian propaganda, which I had found rife in Bosnian He
believed it to have been largely due to the uncertainty of the
position, and declared that, faced with the fait accompli, the Serbs
would drop the intrigues which kept up the agitation, and that a
civilian government and a constitution would speedily ameliorate
everything.

Austria was already withdrawing the officers' families from the
Sanjak, and complete evacuation would follow. She dropped also the
Uvatz-Mitrovitza railway scheme which the Young Turks seemed not
over-willing to permit.

Moslem wrath, fierce against Austria, was further excited by the
arrival of malcontent Moslems from the annexed provinces, who had
thrown up their businesses and emigrated to the Young Turks. A
curio-dealer from Mostar, whom I knew, was among them He and his
friends had all believed that the Turkish revolution meant that
Bosnia-Herzegovina would be the Sultan's once more. I asked why
there had been no rising, and he explained humorously that, except
his wife's scissors, he had no weapon to rise with. The "Schwabs"
had called in all knives big enough to fight with, some weeks before
the annexation was proclaimed.

A Moslem demonstration took place outside the Austrian consulate.
The consular staff sent for Browning pistols, and insisted on
ordering one for me, too, as declared my lodgings outside the town
were dangerous. There was a whirlpool of contrary currents. Just
before the Turkish revolution took place Essad Bey, who was aware of
what was going on but, characteristically, meant to keep clear till
he knew which was the winning side, applied for leave to go abroad
for his health, which appeared excellent, and abroad he remained
till Young Turk victory was certain.

In the first frenzy of joy, over what they believed to be the coming
reign of liberty and justice, one of the cries of the townsfolk had
been: "Now if Essad ever dares come back they will hang him, and
give back all the lands and monies he has stolen!" Essad, however,
outwitted the Young Turks as easily as he later outwitted the
British Foreign Office. Whatever happened, he would be "butter-side
uppermost." He announced that he, too, was a Young Turk, and
returned in triumph as a member of the Committee of Union and
Progress. This did more in Scutari to shake all faith in the new
regime than anything else. Excitement grew. War was expected at any
moment. Serbia and Montenegro were reported to have mobilized, and
all frontiers were armed. On October 28th I find in my diary: "Had
urgent appeal to go to Belgrade, but decided not--I don't want to
get badly mixed in their politics." The Montenegrins were all for
war, and the wildest reports reached us of Prince George of Serbia's
efforts to precipitate it.

Russia, still reeling from her Japanese thrashing and torn with
internal troubles, could do nothing. That was plain to every one but
the South Slavs.

Baron Nopcsa, the Hungarian traveller, whose knowledge of Albanian
matters is unrivalled, returned from a tour in the mountains. He was
violently anti-Serb, and, in reply to my hope that war would be
avoided, said very earnestly: "It can't be. Russia Is rapidly
recovering. The Slavs mean our destruction; it is now or never for
us. Our one chance is to crush them before they become too strong."
I suggested there was room for both. He maintained there was not.
"Let the Slav once get the upper hand, and there will be room for no
one else. You had better remember that!" As a choice of evils, he
favoured union with Germany against the common foe.

The pro-Serb attitude of England astonished every one except the
"Great Serbians," who did not think it strong enough, and hoped for
British naval support at least. To the Austrians it was
incomprehensible that England should have made such a complete
volte-face since 1878. The Czech consul-general, the Croatian
secretary, and the Dalmatian doctor--all Slavs--were dead against
Serbia and-all her claims. And in spite of the surprise expressed by
England it appeared that the question of Bosnia's status had been
discussed with England almost immediately after the proclamation of
the Young Turk revolution. For a Reuter telegram had reported:
"August 12, Vienna. . . . it was agreed at the conference between
Baron Aehrenthal and Sir Charles Hardinge at Ischl to-day that any
developments arising in Bosnia and the Herzegovina from the
constitutional changes in Turkey should be considered as purely
internal matters affecting Austria-Hungary and not involving any
question of international policy." Sir Charles Hardinge, who had
come in company with King Edward VII, at once returned to England.

The Moslems regarded the annexation as a Christian attack on Islam,
and, as it was Ramazan, demonstrated loudly at night in the
Christian quarter of Scutari. The Turkish Government boycotted all
Austrian goods, and as the bulk of Scutari's imports came from
Trieste the town felt this severely. The attache told me that
England was believed to be behind this boycott for commercial
purposes, and that as Austria manufactured a great deal expressly
for the Turkish market a prolonged boycott must spell ruin. How
easily we thought it spelt in those days!

Montenegro, meanwhile, went rabid because her special envoy to
Belgrade, Yanko Vukotitch, cousin to the Princess, was stopped, and,
it was said, searched on Austrian territory. Things were touch and
go. The Montenegrin army was preparing to fall on Cattaro. War
seemed inevitable, for England's attitude caused the Montenegrins to
believe that they had only to begin and British aid was certain.
Imaginative people actually saw the Mediterranean fleet coming up
the Adriatic. They were spoiling for a fight. I was sure our bark
was far worse than our bite was likely to be, but was very anxious,
for we had no British representative in Cetinje to advise
moderation, and, while we went on barking, Montenegro might bite.
Montenegrin and Austrian troops faced each other on the frontier,
and a rifle fired by a man full of rakia might set the whole ablaze.

People at home did not know how close the spark and the powder lay.
If war ensued, it would mean the end of Turkey in Europe. In spite
of tension between Christian and Moslem, the Albanians remembered
that blood is thicker than water, and were very anxious to
consolidate their position by adopting a common alphabet for all
Albania. This, owing to Turkish prohibitions, had previously been
impossible. For Italy and Austria, who printed school books in
Albanian, did so for their own purposes, and not to encourage
nationality, and so each used a different alphabet and changed it
not infrequently.

A great national meeting of representatives of all Albania was held
at Monastir, which the Albanians then reckoned as one of their
towns. The Latin alphabet was chosen, a common system of orthography
adopted, and the frontiers of Albanian territory discussed. The
Turks, alarmed at the growth of Albanian Nationalism, again began
restrictions, and hurried to arrange for the election to Parliament
of such members only as were pro-Turk. As I wrote at the time: "The
so-called election is no election at all. The tyrant of Tirana,
Essad Bey, a man who is greatly detested, and has an awful
reputation, is to be member for Tirana, elected' by the peasants who
are terrified of him. Even Scutari is surprised he has succeeded in
making them do it. He is head of the gendarmerie, and this gives him
great power." It has been said that in an emergency you can always
trust a Turk to do the wrong thing. Every mistake possible to make
in Albania, the Young Turks made, and while they still rubbed
Albania up the wrong way, Austria was still boycotted. Kral himself
tried   vainly to unload a barge of sugar. And still Serbia,
Montenegro, and Austria showed their teeth on the frontier. The
Crown Prince George of Serbia was reported to be about to assume the
command of the army as a second Stefan Dushan. But his rush to
Petersburg and appeal to the Tsar met with rebuff and refusal.
Russia was not yet ready for another war, as Lobatcheff sadly
admitted.

We became used to reports several times a week that war had begun
somewhere or other. But the town was in a fever of excitement when,
towards the middle of November, we heard that the British fleet had
arrived in the Adriatic, and that the Admiral was about to visit
Scutari. "War for certain! Albania is saved!" cried folk. The hotel
reported that the Admiral and suite had engaged rooms, and were
coming via Cetinje. The British fleet must be in the Bocche di
Cattaro! The Vali decided to send a band and a guard of honour to
meet him. I suggested that Edward VII was coming in person, but
people were past seeing jokes. Our Vice-Consul had had no news at
all, and was agitated. All day the Admiral and British fleet were
expected. The Crimea would be repeated, and Turkey saved. Next day
brought forth--a British charge d'affaires and five ladies who had
merely come for fun to see the bazar, and were overpowered by
finding themselves officially received. All Scutari, perhaps all
Turkey, tense and tremulous, waited to see what steps Great Britain
would take. And its representative, all unaware of what political
fever in the Balkans is, saw the bazar, had tea at the Austrian
Consulate, and went back again to Cetinje, escorted to the boat by a
Turkish guard. Then the storm broke! What did Great Britain mean?
Scutari was amazed, perplexed, bewildered; wild rumours flew. An
Anglo-Austrian Alliance--a break with Russia--a slap in the face for
the Turks. Nothing was too crazy to be believed and repeated. A
knock came at my door. In came Lobatcheff in full uniform. He said
that his Tsar had been insulted in his person. Was fizzling with
excitement. Had I any information for him? Had the British
Government reversed its policy? What was the object of this mission
to Scutari? And so on--red hot. I told him there was nothing to be
excited about. "An English official had come for a holiday. That was
all. Did he suppose that a diplomat on business would bring a party
of ladies?" But the Russian had got all his bristles up. "That I
decline to believe," he said. "I have too high an idea of the skill
of your Foreign Office to believe they would send a man at such a
moment to visit the bazar for no purpose!" And it took me ever so
long to talk him round. Having settled Russia and got rid of him, in
came Mr. Summa, our Vice-Consul, also deeply troubled. The Vali had
asked him for an explanation of the policy of Great Britain. He,
too, was of opinion that the Foreign Office could not have concocted
such a plan as a visit to the bazar, except for some deep and
obscure purpose. The Young Turks having made a Constitution,
naturally expected Great Britain, also a Constitutional country,
etc. etc. Why had not the British envoy visited the Vali? In fact,
you could hardly blow your nose in Scutari without being suspected
of political intentions.

Then came a message from Petar Plamenatz, who was ill, and wished to
see me. The Slav kettle gets hot in a minute. Petar, who was not
such a big pot as he imagined, was boiling over. His Prince, his
country, and--worst of all--himself, had all been insulted. Why had
he, who was Consul-General for Montenegro, not been called on? With
Petar, as usual, I was very firm. "This gentleman," said I,
"doubtless heard of your illness in Cetinje. He came here as a
tourist, and so naturally did not wish to disturb you. Why should
he, when he came not on official business, but merely to see the
bazar?" Petar was squashed. The whole episode illustrates the fact,
which few people in West Europe appreciate, namely, that in the Near
East politics are a nervous disease.

I left for Cetinje shortly afterwards. My last letter said: "The
war-clouds are thickening. The people here who foretell the future
in sheep's bladebones and fowls' breastbones have foretold nothing
but blood for weeks. ... It is said that by the end of four months
Austria will occupy the Sanjak as far as Mitrovitza."

"To save us," say the Albanians, "if the Serbs are allowed to have
it, it will at once be Russian. We should be lost, and our religion
crushed. If Montenegro declared war the Albanians will at once
reoccupy Dulcigno; that forced cession of Dulcigno, engineered by
Gladstone, has done more to keep up hatred here than anything else."

"I gather from the Press cuttings that none of the reviewers like my
idea that the Constitution can't last. But so far as I can make out,
only the English and the French papers believe--or pretend to
believe--in it." To me it seemed, indeed, clear that the Young Turk
regime was bound to fail. No one but the Young Turks wanted it, and
they had started it at least thirty years too late. Territorial
aggrandizement was what Greece, Bulgaria, Serbia, and Montenegro
wanted. Russia and Austria, too, were both burning to "free
Christians from the Turkish yoke." And if Turkey reformed herself
into an earthly Paradise, the lands those Christians lived in would
be lost for ever.

Then came talk of withdrawing the international gendarmerie from
Macedonia. This I could not believe possible. "England will never do
anything so crazy!" I declared.

"She will though," said the Austrian Consulate, "and so soon as the
Young Turks have enough rope they will hang themselves." And sure
enough the gendarmerie was withdrawn, and the Young Turk let loose
to go as he pleased. In Cetinje I found popular opinion furious both
with the Young Turks and with Austria. Either and each would prevent
the formation of Great Serbia. All were for war, and still believed
England would support them if they began. I went to the drinkshops
as being the centres from which to distribute information, and told
gendarmes, soldiers, and pot-house visitors generally that England
Would not go to war for them.

"But," they declared, "your own Prime Minister in Parliament has
said: 'We will never allow the Treaty of Berlin to be violated.' Our
guns are on the frontier pointing at Cattaro. It is war!"

"Oh, they tell a lot of lies in our Parliament," said I. "Don't
believe them. We are not going to fight. You will get no help."

I was exceedingly afraid some fool would start firing, for they were
getting tired of doing nothing on the frontier in the cold. All the
Corps Diplomatique, save Austria, interviewed me, anxious to hear
how the Constitution was working in Albania. None of them had any
belief in it. The French Minister even said it would require twenty
Napoleons to solve Turkey's many problems, and the Turks had not
one.

The Prince sent for me, and I saw he, too, expected war, for he
questioned me about the Red Cross, and asked me whether I could get
medical aid from England.

The steamer in which I left Cattaro was empty of goods because of
the boycott, and of passengers because of the political situation.
There was a non-commissioned Austrian officer with me in the second
class. As the boat left the shore he said fervently: "Gott sei dank!
Gott sei dank! I have got away. The war will begin very soon now,
and every one in Cattaro will be killed, like a rat in a trap. We
shall win in the end. But Cattaro will fall at once. I have been
there for weeks with the guns pointed on us day and night. Gott
bewahre!" He, like Baron Nopesa, believed it to be a case of "Now or
never!" Austria must fight. If she waited a few years the Slav
combine would be too strong.

"We have the whole of the German army with us," said the officer,
"and you could do nothing to stop us."

Probably he was correct. In 1908 Russia was quite impotent, and the
Central Powers might have won.

But Germany insisted on peace.

I arrived in London, and was amazed to find for the first time
people who believed in the Young Turks. They would listen to no
facts, and would not believe me when I said that the Turkish Empire,
as it stood, would probably barely survive one Parliament. A
prophecy which was almost exactly fulfilled.



CHAPTER SIXTEEN

1909

An accident and a long illness forced me to spend 1909 in London. In
March came a significant change in Serbia. Prince George, the Crown
Prince, in a fit of uncontrolled rage, amounting to mania, kicked
his valet down some stone steps and killed him. Rumours of the
Prince's strange and violent conduct had long been rife. He escaped
trial by renouncing all rights to succession to the throne, and his
brother, Prince Alexander, became heir. Alexander was said to have
the support of the regicide officers' party, the Black Hand. George,
too, had his partisans, who declared that if he were as mad as his
great-grandfather, old Karageorge, so much the better, he would lead
Serbia to glory.

In March, too, came the counter-revolution against the Young Turk
regime. I had learnt from a letter from Albania that this was about
to take place. It failed, to my regret, for I hoped that its success
would result in the landing of international forces, and that
international control might solve the Balkan problem peacefully. I
believed then that rule by the Western Powers would be better than
that of the Turks. Now that we Know that these so-called civilized
Powers will starve millions, and bomb helpless crowds, in order to
obtain land and supremacy, many of us blush for the criticisms we
once showered on the state of Macedonia.

The Young Turk won in 1909, and Abdul Hamid was called on to
abdicate. Essad Pasha (formerly Bey) the ex-gendarmerie commander at
Scutari, was now hand in glove with the Young Turks. He played, in
fact, on whichever side he thought to gain something for himself. He
managed to be one of the three who took the fatal message to the
terrified Sultan, and spoke the words: "Abdul, the nation hath
pronounced thee deposed!" Thus dramatically avenging the murder of
his brother Gani fifteen years before, very completely. Abdul went,
and with him went the Empire. He had lived a life of terror, and
played a long game of "bluff." But those who knew him intimately
declare that his success with the Powers depended more on the way
they outwitted each other than on his skill as a diplomatist. Recent
revelations have shown us that the much talked of intrigues of the
East are child's play compared to the plans built by the West.

Hitherto all that went wrong in Turkey was ascribed to Abdul Hamid.
The Young Turks had now no scapegoat, and were in a perilous
position with foes within and without. They resolved, therefore,
that the only way to consolidate the Empire was to forcibly
Ottomanize the population as fast as possible. But it was too late
by many years for this. The Balkan States had expended huge sums on
propaganda in Turkish territory, and knew that if their oft-repeated
demands for reform were carried out, all their plans for territorial
aggrandizement would be ruined. They fitted out bands and hurried on
propaganda. The Serbs had started the Narodna Odbrana society, and
opened a school in which officers trained komitadji bands, taught
bomb throwing, train wrecking, mining, and shooting, to volunteers.
These were designed primarily for attack on Austria to avenge the
annexation of Bosnia. They acted also with ferocity in Macedonia
against the Bulgars. Serbia, whose propaganda in Macedonia was very
recent, tried to make up now, by planting schools and sending forth
komitadjis.

Austria early in 1909 dropped her North and South railway scheme.
But the Slavs clamoured still for an East and West line, and Russia
backed them, and Prince Nikola still cried out about his ancestors,
who, for the time, remained buried in the Herzegovina. Russia
demanded that the Dardanelles should now be opened to her warships.
It came out that when Baron von Aehrenthal met Izvolsky--Russian
Minister for Foreign Affairs--at Buchlau in September 1908, Izvolsky
had agreed to the Austrian annexation of Bosnia in exchange for the
opening of the Dardanelles. He may have believed this would
automatically follow any violation of the Berlin Treaty. But he was
outwitted. Would that he had always been! After much argle-bargle
Europe decided to accept the fait accompli in Bosnia, and not to
reassemble the signatory Powers. Serbia did not receive the corridor
she demanded through the Sanjak, and signed an agreement accepting
the changed state of Bosnia. Prince Nikola, in consideration of his
lost and buried ancestors, obtained certain concessions in the
status of Antivari. Russia, as war was impossible for her, did all
she could to maintain peace, even undertaking a large share of the
pecuniary compensation demanded of Bulgaria by the Turks. To Serbia
she counselled moderation, but, as we have learnt from recently
published documents, pledged herself' to support Serbia later on. On
March 6, 1909, the Serb representative in Petersburg informed
Belgrade: "Chamjakow informed me very confidentially that . . . in
the audience which took place on Monday the Tsar said that the
situation was terrible, for Russia was unprepared for war, and the
defeat of Russia would be the ruin of Slavdom . . . In answer to the
question what attitude Russia would assume in case Austria should
attack Serbia, the President of the Duma said: We did something no
other State has done up till now. We proclaimed to the Whole world
that we are not in a position to make war, but we shall consider any
attempt to coerce Serbia as the beginning of a European
conflagration, in which we cannot at present join. But it will flame
up in the future when we are in a position to have our way."
(Telegram xvi, Bogitchevitch). Russia thus very clearly told Serbia
so early as 1909 that so soon as Russia was ready, Serbia had but to
provoke Austria to retaliation and the European war, from which
Russia hoped to obtain so much, would at once blaze up. "You press
the button, and we'll do the rest."

As one result of the Bosnian crisis, Izvolsky lost his popularity.
In 1910 he was retired from the post of Minister for Foreign
Affairs, which he had held since 1906, and went to Paris as Russian
ambassador, where he toiled unremittingly at inciting France to
co-operate in his schemes. Already in October 1908 he had thus
instructed M. Vesnitch, Serb Minister in Paris: "Russia has hitherto
supported Serbia, and will continue to support her, however and
wherever she can. You must come to an understanding soon with
Montenegro. . . . Further, you must come to an understanding with,
Bulgaria, and in this we shall honestly support you. We no longer
desire a Great Bulgaria. Such an idea we now look on as a mistake"
(i.e. it would block the route to Constantinople). This is the first
official proof we have of Russia's plan to construct a Balkan League
for her own use, from which it is clear Bulgaria was to derive no
benefit. Before going to Paris, Izvolsky laid yet another stick
ready to kindle the European blaze. In October 1909 he made an
agreement with Italy, whose hatred of Austria was increasing, by
which Italy and Russia "bind themselves to a mutually benevolent
attitude, the former in regard to Russia's interests in the
Dardanelles, and the latter in regard to Italy's interests in
Tripoli and the Cyrenaica." Italy, in fact, under cover of military
manoeuvres, made extensive military preparations against Austria in
1909, while hostilities over Bosnia were possible. Baron Nopcsa told
me bitterly in 1910: "We shall never again rely on Italy. She
mobilized against us last year." That his statement was true was
confirmed to me later by Mr. Wadham Peacock, who told me he had been
at that time in Verona, seen active preparations, and heard the
approaching war against Austria freely discussed by Italian
officers.

The Albanians hastened to consolidate their position by holding two
important National Congresses at Dibra and Elbasan, at which a
scheme for national education was discussed, and the formation of
Courts of Justice, road-making, and the purpose to which taxes were
to be applied. These, they insisted, were to be used for national
works. The Young Turks would give no pledge to this effect, and
foolishly tried to extort a tax to pay for the Bulgar rising of
1903. They ordered also the disarming of Albania, and sent a large
force into Kosovo vilayet for this purpose.

The Albanians, led by that very gallant chieftain, Isa Boletin,
rose, and fierce fighting ensued, which, had the Turks but known it,
was the beginning of the end. They hopelessly alienated the
Albanians, the one race whom they might have had as ally.

Another important event was the trial at Agram of a number of Serbs
and Croats accused of conspiracy with Serbia against the
Austro-Hungarian Government. Thirty-three were condemned to various
terms of imprisonment, but were released on appeal, and brought a
countercharge of libel against Dr. Fried Jung, a Journalist, for
asserting in the Neue Freie Presse that they had been subsidized by
Belgrade, and advocating that Belgrade should be purged of a nest of
conspirators. Pashitch, Spalaikovitch, and the Slovenski Jug
(founded in 1904), and others were accused. There was no question of
Friedjung's bona fides. He founded his article upon what he believed
to be genuine documents, and on the evidence of Nastitch, the
Bosnian, who had given sensational evidence at the Cetinje bomb
trial. Nastitch proved to be a professional spy, and the evidence
forged. Friedjung lost his case, and the sentences of the condemned
men were annulled. But his contention that plots against Austria
were being made in Belgrade has been proved undoubtedly true by
later events. The accused denied everything at the trial, but so
soon as war broke out in 1914 the Serbo-Croat party appeared with
ready-made plans, and Supilo, who had most vehemently protested his
innocence, appeared as a recognized leader. The trial, in truth,
resembles the case of The Times v. Parnell. The Times, like
Friedjung, lost its case not because the charge was false, but
because all the evidence produced was forged. That Parnell was
intimately acquainted with and connected with all the anti-English
work going on in Ireland is now well known. Friedjung was correct.
Belgrade winked at the anti-Austrian work that was going on. The
komitadji school was taught by Serb officers. Evidence was not easy
to get, for, as it was explained to me by the pro-Serb party in
Bosnia, in 1906, nothing of importance was written down, and the
Austrians searched the post vainly. And the fact that they told me
the Slovenski Jug was directed against Austria prevented me from
joining it. Friedjung's failure proves only the folly of employing a
stupid spy, not the innocence of the accused. Pashitch, after war
began, never ceased trumpeting his schemes for Great Serbia. He
grudges even now a few snippets to Italy, without whose aid it might
not have been made. To assert that Pashitch, who, with his set, had
worked to make Great Serbia ever since they had removed the
Obrenovitch from its path in 1903, was innocent of plotting against
Austria in 1909-10, is to ask for too much credulity. Had not Russia
already said the road to Constantinople lay through Vienna?

England had previously been uneasy about the regicides, and had
demanded their dismissal from the Serb army, but now ceased to
trouble about them. They were probably needed to teach in the bandit
school of the Narodna Odbrana. And henceforth they held important
posts. The original gang of some fifty murderers, officers and
civilians, developed into a formidable society called the Tsrna Ruka
(Black Hand), which became a government within a government. The
Black Hand was responsible to none. Many members of the Government
were reported to belong to it, a convenient Jekyll and Hyde
arrangement, by means of which crimes of all kind could be
committed, for which the Government took no responsibility, and of
which it denied all knowledge. King Petar having been put on the
throne by this gang, had naturally no power over them, and Prince
Alexander was reported to have joined the society. Talk there was
about it all enough to lead one to think "No smoke without fire."
Members of the Tsrna Ruka joined the police force, and so secured
their plans against police interference. By means of a paper called
Premont they preach violent chauvinism, and advocated savage
methods. Damian Popovitch, the head assassin, held an important
post. Efforts on the part of politicians, who disapproved of its
methods, to break up the society failed. Unexplained deaths took
place. The Black Hand brooked no interference.



CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

1910

Ill and crippled with sciatica, but hopeless of recovery in England,
I managed to get to Scutari in April 1910, hoping there to find a
sun-cure, and at least to learn what was happening.

Things had gone from bad to worse. No one now believed in
"Constitution." The attitude of the populace on the Sultan's
accession day showed this. No reforms or improvements had as yet
been even begun. People said: "We will not give money to the Turks
to buy gold braid for officers and guns to kill us with."

Lobatcheff had gone to Mitrovitza to hold it as a Slav outpost. My
friend, the attache, had left after having almost fought a duel
with the French Consul over his bulldog. Dushan Gregovitch
represented Montenegro. Italy and Austria were redoubling their
efforts to win over the Albanians by showering "benefits" upon
them, although each had formally agreed not to countenance the
partition of Albania, and the Nationalist Albanians were making
strides in spite of the efforts of enemies. At the time of the Young
Turk revolution some thirty Albanian papers were being published
abroad. Now, as the Constitution promised freedom of the Press,
printing was going on all over Albania, and the new alphabet was
universally adopted. The Albanian girls' school at Koritza was
filled to overflowing. The South strove to throw off Greek
influence, and at Elbasan a school for training teachers was opened
with mixed Moslem and Christian staff. As the Albanian poet had
sung, it was a case of:

Awake, Albanians, awake!
 Let not mosques nor churches divide you.
 The true religion of the Albanian is his national ideal.

Nationalism gained in Scutari by the death of the old Austrian
Archbishop, and the elevation in his place of Mgr. Serreggi, an
Albanian patriot.

Fighting was going on in Kosovo vilayet, but the Christians of
Scutari firmly believed that Austria, as protector of the Catholics,
would never allow the Turkish army to enter the Catholic districts.
In the town the Turks pursued a foolish policy. Only one per cent,
of the Christians understood Turkish, and about 20 per cent, of the
Moslems, and but few could read or write it. Nevertheless the Turks
gave out all notices in Turkish, and the people did not even trouble
to ask their meaning.

Then came a grave event. One Sunday morning my old Marko, in whose
house I lodged, announced solemnly: "Last night Teresi had a
terrible dream about you. To-day you will have important news from
England. God grant nothing bad has happened to your noble family." I
chaffed the old man, saying: "There is no post to-day!" And then
came a knock at the door, and the old blue kavas from the British
Consulate handed me a note from M. Summa. "I regret to inform you of
the death of our beloved Sovereign, Edward VII, which I have just
learnt by telegraph from Salonika." Teresi's reputation as a dreamer
became immense.

King Edward VII, in a short reign, had largely contributed towards
bringing Great Britain from a state of "splendid isolation" into a
tangle of--to me--very doubtful associates. I wrote: "The King's
death knocks out one's ideas of what sort of a position England is
going to hold. . . . Poor George ascends the throne in an awfully
difficult time, with internal and foreign politics both in a regular
tangle. A far more difficult beginning than Edward had. For, then,
we had not upset the whole balance of power in Asia and Europe by
making that alliance with Japan. I always hated it. The result . . .
the predominance of Germany in Europe, is going to cost us dear. And
when Japan has got all she can out of us, she will turn round and
bite."

And in the same week I noted: "The newly-appointed British Minister
is coming here to-morrow. Thank goodness there is no acute political
crisis on now, as there was when the last man came." Mr. and Mrs.
Beaumont arrived, and there followed in pursuit of them a King's
messenger, who bore the assent of the British Government to Prince
Nikola's desire to proclaim himself king.

His position now hurt badly. The Petrovitches were the oldest Balkan
dynasty, and were the lowest in rank. The Montenegrins were divided
as to the desirability of the change. Prince Danilo and his set were
said to favour it strongly. The thing was decided upon suddenly, and
the country consented. "I expect some Power engineered it," says my
diary. And soon the rumour was very certain that the step had been
taken by the advice and with the agreement of King Ferdinand of
Bulgaria. "Which do you love best--me or Ferdinand?" Prince Nikola
had asked me suddenly, when I last visited him. "You, of course,
Sire!" said I, and wondered at the time why he had Ferdinand on the
brain.

That the Turkish Empire would now soon break up, was the general
belief, and Kings Ferdinand and Nikola would divide the peninsula.
Bulgaria would obtain her Alsace-Lorraine, Macedonia, and Nikita
would reign over Great Serbia from Prizren.

Fighting continued in Kosovo vilayet. Meanwhile I was carried
dangerously ill to the Austrian hospital, and lay helpless between
bouts of agony and injections of morphine. The Albanians came and
wept over me, and prayed for advice and help. When I was nearly
screaming with pain they implored me to make an effort and write for
them to the Foreign Office and the papers, for the Turkish army was
approaching. I was dragged to a sitting position, managed to write
two letters, and fainted with the pain. Vain agony. Nothing could
break the journalistic ring which forbade any criticism of the Young
Turks. A foolish policy, for it led them to believe their actions
beyond criticism, and helped their undoing. The more they blundered,
the more Italy, and Austria, and Russia rejoiced. They expected the
Withdrawal of the international gendarmerie to send the Turks
downhill with a crash. England, probably, was not guilty of
withdrawing for that reason, but was much less well informed,
because more sparsely represented, than the other Powers. And we
were already tangled in Russia's plans, and did not know what they
were.

The Turks sent over increased forces and artillery into Kosovo
vilayet, and Scutari learnt with dismay that in spite of the valour
of the Kosovo men they were being forced back and back, and the
Turkish army was approaching Scutari.

Prenk Pasha, who had been made a member of the Committee of Union
and Progress, had promised the Turks safe-conduct through Mirdita.
This was in strict conformity with the policy explained to me by the
Abbot Premi Dochi in 1904, viz. that the Turk must be maintained
until Albania was sufficiently organized to stand alone, otherwise
the Slav, the more relentless foe, would fall upon her. The other
Catholic tribes were wildly dismayed, and the headmen ran from one
consulate to another begging advice. None was given them. They were
far too poorly armed to resist, and in July 1910 the Turkish army
entered Scutari and ordered the populace to give up its arms. They
did so quietly. The Christians had few to give. The Moslems feared,
by rising, to provoke an Austrian intervention.

I was too ill to be taken out to see what was going on, and, to my
great disappointment, was still unable to move when the celebration
on the occasion of Nikita's elevation to kingship took place in
August.

Montenegro had raised a loan from England the year before, and had
expended the whole of it in making electric light in Cetinje and
building a Government house of superlative ugliness, and so vast
that it seemed obviously intended to administer a much larger
territory than Montenegro.

Scutari was excited about Montenegrin doings. Foreign visitors
flocked to Cetinje to assist at the fete. Bulgaria was represented
by King Ferdinand himself, Serbia, only by the Crown Prince, and he,
said rumour, decided to come only at the last minute. Conclusions
about a Bulgar-Montenegrin combine were freely drawn. One point both
Montenegrins and Albanians agreed upon, "A king must have a kingdom.
The Powers would not otherwise have allowed him to be king. Soon
there will be war!"

While still in hospital I received an English paper, with
illustrations of the launch of a Dreadnought. The doctor, a
Dalmatian Slav, looked at them sadly. "Why do you do these things?"
he asked. "You are forcing on war. You will ruin Austria. We admire
everything English, except your Dreadnoughts. Each time you build
one, we of the Triple Alliance are forced to build one too. We
Austrians have no colonies, and never want any. We need no navy. We
are already overtaxed, and the breaking-point must come one day. You
eat us up with your terrible wealth. To my mind all Europe is mad.
We have one common danger--the peoples of Africa and Asia, who are
developing rapidly. If we want to save European civilization we must
federate against the common foe. If ever there is a war in Europe
--and God forbid--it will be the suicide of the white races. They
will fight to extermination, and the day of the coloured people will
dawn. We shall deserve our fate. It will be the result of our own
folly."

Where he is now I know not. His words come back to me always. After
three months I emerged from the hospital, well but weak, into a
dismayed and depressed Scutari. The Turks were trying to hamper
nationalism by ordering Albanian to be printed in Arabic characters,
and making Turkish compulsory in the schools. They had roused fierce
anger, too, by publicly flogging some offenders, a punishment
regarded in Albania as so shameful and humiliating that it bred
sympathy for the victim and hatred for the inflicter. Has it,
perhaps, the same result in India and Egypt?

Our next news was that Montenegro's feelings were woefully hurt.
Nikola had Just been made king--but Montenegro was the only state in
Europe on which the special mission to announce the death of King
Edward and the accession of King George had not called. Montenegro
had spent much on sending Prince Danilo to attend the funeral, and
Princess Militza is distantly related to Queen Mary. The omission
rankled very badly. It would be interesting to know who suggested
that King Nikola should be left out.

Having achieved kingship, Nikola soon began to act. So soon as the
Turks had persuaded the Albanians to disarm, they began to make a
census of all fit for military service. This the Christians swore
they would never give, and were furious with Austria for not
intervening. The Moslems, too, vowed they would not serve outside
Albania. And before any one knew what was going to happen a number
of the Gruda tribe went over the border into Montenegro. Numbers of
the Hoti and Shkreli followed. Scutari was astounded. The Austrians
were furious, and vowed Russia had paid for it. The Turks clapped on
further anti-Albanian laws, and most of the papers were suppressed.
The Koritza girls' school was closed, and news of arrests came from
all over the country. The Turks circulated copies of the Arabic
alphabet, and ordered its use, and the Albanians burnt them.

To escape the winter I went to Egypt, nor will I detail my six
months' stay there, except to note that it entirely changed my ideas
about the Austrian occupation of Bosnia. My diary towards the close
of my stay notes: "I wouldn't be a native under British rule at any
price. They may 'do a lot of good to you,' but, dear God! they do
let you know their contempt for you, and drive your inferiority into
you. Any one with any spunk would rather go to hell his own way than
be chivied to heaven by such odiously superior beasts. . . . The
Moslems are not grateful for 'benefits' they do not want, and the
Christians are discontented and annoyed, as in Bosnia." During the
winter I heard from Albania that a fresh revolt was planning; that
General Garibaldi had promised arms and men, and that it would break
out in the spring. Before leaving Egypt for Europe I stayed at
Alexandria, and saw my friend the attache, who was now a full-blown
Austrian consul, and retracted the criticisms I had made to him on
Austria in Bosnia.

At Constantinople, I learnt that the Albanian revolution had broken
out. Popovitch, the Montenegrin Minister, complained bitterly that
his Government gave him no information, and left him to answer the
Turks' charges of complicity as best he could. He was so anxious
about the affair that it was obvious Montenegro was "dipped" in
whatever was happening, and he begged me to go straight to the scene
of action.




CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

1911 AND THE INSURRECTION OF THE CATHOLICS

I arrived in Cetinje on May 5th, and found Italy had built a
Legation bigger than that of Austria. France had erected a gay villa
in the main street. Great Britain still only parlour-boarded at the
hotel for a few months in the year. The elephantine Vladni Dom
(Government House) dominated the town, and two ridiculous new houses
in the "new art" style had been built in the main street out of
the "pickings" so folk said, of the British loan, the whole of which
had been spent on useless ostentation. I had hoped that it would
have been used for irrigating, or otherwise developing the land, and
promptly sold out my few shares in disgust--and at par. I wonder how
many other people got out as cheaply?

Vuko Vuletitich was swollen with pride over his daughter, who, as
Madame Rizoff, held a great position as wife of the Bulgarian
Minister in Rome and was known as "la bella Montenegrina." Through
Rizoff I was told Montenegro hoped to attain to much.

I had been so disgusted over the bomb affair in 1908 that I had
fully intended not to visit Montenegro again. I was sick of the web
of intrigue which entangled the land. But now it seemed that only
from Montenegro could I watch the case for Albania.

I was summoned to the palace, and received by the whole royal
family, who were very gay, and did not conceal the fact that they
expected and wanted war, and bade me go to Podgoritza, where the
Queen's cousin, General Yamko Vukotitch, was in command of affairs.

The details of the insurrection I have told in my book, The Struggle
for Scutari. Here I will narrate only those political facts which
fear of injuring my informants compelled me then to withhold.

Briefly: the insurrection was planned by King Nikola as part of his
effort to obtain a kingdom. Taking advantage of the unrest caused by
Young Turk rule, he used as his lever old Sokol Batzi, a worthy man
of the Gruda tribe, who had fought against the Turks in 1877, and
therefore taken Montenegrin nationality. Nikola rewarded him
suitably, and Sokol, in return, served him with dog-like fidelity.
To Sokol, much respected by the tribesmen, Nikola entrusted the task
of inducing the Albanian Catholics to migrate in numbers into
Montenegro, promising them that if they would revolt against the
Turks their wives and children should have shelter and protection
till their land was freed from the Turks, and that they should
receive sufficient arms and ammunition. Nikola himself promised
independence to the tribesmen. Sokol was a simple-minded old fellow.
Bitterly did he and his family repent later of the way they had let
themselves be made cat's paws of. A considerable sum of money was
collected in Montenegro to finance the revolution. An Austrian Slav
doctor was engaged, and a rough hospital prepared, and a store of
maize purchased. These preparations went on through the winter.
Montenegro's protests, to Europe, of her innocence were lies which
were black even for diplomacy, As for the interview which Prince
Danilo gave to the Morning Post, it was a shameless tissue of
falsehoods. He declared that Montenegro had supplied no arms or
ammunition to the insurgents, when at that very time his cousin,
Yanko Vukotitch, was distributing weapons and directing the military
operations under my eyes.

Even worse was his statement: "It grieves my heart to see these
brave mountaineers die for the liberty of having their own schools
for their children." When not one single Albanian school was
permitted in Montenegro; forcible Slavizing was going on in the
Kuchi and Triepshl tribes, and the Catholic Albanians of Podgoritza
were not allowed to make a floor to their church and had to kneel on
the bare gravel.

At Podgoritza I soon saw that the Montenegrins wanted war. King
Nikola hoped thus to mend his damaged prestige. Mobilization began.
On July 11th Yanko told me all was ready, and he could take Scutari
in ten days. He offered to take me there on a gun carriage. The
artillery tracks to the mountains were completed, and the big guns
were going up. Ox-carts creaked past at night, taking up the
ammunition. The Turks, it was said with glee, dared not withdraw
troops from the Bulgar frontier, and were hampered with revolts
elsewhere. Soon, however, large Turkish forces arrived. It was clear
the untrained Maltsors could not stand against the overpowering
numbers. Too late they saw they had been tricked by the
Montenegrins, and cried to the Powers. At their request I helped
draw up a letter to Sir Edward Grey, explaining their situation and
their wishes, and we sent it. King Nikola, who was posing to the
Powers as the victim of the Albanian insurrection, was very angry
when he heard of this, and suspected me of instigating it. But I did
not. The Maltsors, too, were tricked by General Garibaldi, who had
promised to aid them and did not do so. They had expected the South
of Albania to rise also. Had it done so, I believe the Powers would
have been obliged to recognize the Albanian question, and much
future war might have been spared. But, unfortunately, the South
believed in Ismail Kemal, and he worked on which ever side paid him.
He was then in league with a Corfiote Greek, one Androutzos, who
boasted to me in a letter that he and Ismail had advised the South
against rising, and had "saved Albania." A few risings took place,
but not enough to make a mark in Europe.

Meanwhile Montenegro still expected war, and to every protest I made
that Montenegro could not fight the Turks single-handed I was always
told that Bulgarian help was certain. The army was anxious to begin,
for it was mobilized, and the revolt had cost more than had been
expected. But for the fund I raised the wretched refugees would have
suffered yet more bitterly. Montenegro cared nothing for them. All
she wanted was territory. Great Serbia was discussed with singular
cold-bloodedness, one of the schoolmasters saying at the
dinner-table that it would never be "made till the Petrovitches and
the Karageorgevitches are sent after the Obrenovitches." And King
Nikola's tactics were severely criticised. Either make war or
demobilize--the country could not stand the strain. I was warned not
to trust Stanko Markovitch, the Governor of Podgoritza, a sinister
figure enough, who had been raised suddenly to this height from
being master in a primary school, for "services rendered." "The
King's poisoner," said folk. "Beware!"

Foreign correspondents swarmed, and Russian officers came and
reconnoitred the frontier. The Turks occupied all the strategical
posts. Russia was not ready for war, and would not have it. Suddenly
the Maltsors were told Montenegro could do no more for them, and
they were to make peace, and go back to their burnt and pillaged
homes. Never has a people been more shamelessly betrayed. King
Nikola had used the poor creatures as a cat's paw, had failed, and
now brutally cast them out, and pretended to the Powers that
Montenegro was innocent. By brutal threats the Maltsors were induced
to accept the Turkish terms. But they stipulated I was to return
with them and stay the winter. This I undertook to do, and before
leaving was told by some one who had just had audience with the King
that owing to pressure from the Powers he had been forced to
postpone war till next year, but that Montenegrin troops would
occupy the strategical points so soon as the Turkish troops
withdrew, and I was to be ready. The Montenegrin army was, in fact,
never quite demobilized, and the King badgered the Powers
continually to order the withdrawal of the Turkish troops "which
threatened his frontier." Great Britain realized that Montenegro was
a spot which needed watching, and sent Count de Salis there as
Minister. High time, too.

I went to Scutari worn out with toil, responsibility, and the heat
which stood at 104 in the shade.  France was now represented by a
Levantine Pole. Krajewsky, bitterly anti-Austrian, and very active.

English sympathy for the Maltsors had been aroused, and Mr. Nevinson
came out to report on the state of things and help me to organize
relief work. In order to close the Turkish frontier the Montenegrins
declared cholera in Scutari, though we saw no signs of it, and
quarantine was declared. We were cut off from news, and when
distributing quinine in the fever districts round Alessio learnt
suddenly that Italy had declared war, and was bombarding Tripoli. It
was a bolt from the blue. Italy had no casus belli, but as we have
seen, Izvolsky had arranged the affair two years before and no Power
protested, save that Austria forbade Italy to land in Albania.
Krajewsky became violently pro-Turk. Scutari rightly judged the war
as the first step towards the break-up of Turkey. The Turks behaved
with admirable tolerance. None of the Italians of the town were
Interfered with, and though war broke out on September 30th the
Italian Minister did not leave till October 23rd. Mr. Nevinson
returned to London, and I was left to carry on relief work.

All I could do to prevent the tribesmen being again cheated by
Montenegro I did. Petar Plamenatz, now consul, tried hard to buy
their help in the coming war by promising arms and liberty.
Montenegro intended no annexation, he said. "Nikita himself had
promised," said the tribesmen. But I now would not believe King
Nikola, even if he swore on the body of St. Peter Cetinski. His
actions were suspicious.

For the first time for many years he visited his Austrian rentiers,
and was warned by the Entente Ministers. "England," said Plamenatz,
"was firm; France mild, and Russia very disagreeable."

Montenegro was evidently in touch with Bulgaria. Plamenatz told me
that the bomb thrown into a mosque at Istib to excite reprisals or
force the Turks to declare War, had been expressly prepared in
Sofia, and anxiously awaited results.

Serbia and Montenegro were now on the worst terms. On December 24th,
the season of peace and goodwill, Plamenatz, in a rage, showed me a
telegram just received by the Orthodox priest of Scutari. The
Patriarchia had been persuaded to appoint one Dochitch, a
Montenegrin of Moracha, to the Bishopric of Prizren, in place of
Nicephor, dismissed for drunkenness and other inappropriate conduct.
Montenegro triumphed, and looked on Prizren as hers. The Serbs were
furious; the priests of Kosovo refused to recognize him, and had
telegraphed to the two priests of Scutari and Vraka to do so, too.
They, being Montenegrin, were all for Dochitch, and their tiny
flocks supported them.

Any Serbo-Montenegrin agreement seemed, then, quite impossible, and
Petar fulminated against Serb infamy.




CHAPTER NINETEEN

1912. THE FIRST DROPS OF THE THUNDERSTORM

1912 dawned ominously. Montenegro worked ceaselessly to rouse the
Maltsors, promising them that they should receive sufficient arms
and, this time, gain freedom. Meanwhile the Turks carried out their
agreement to feed the late insurgents very well. But Petar Plamenatz
never ceased quibbling over the French translation of the terms, and
inciting the tribesmen to quite impossible demands. Repeated
messages brought me varying dates for the commencement of
hostilities. Montenegro meant war. But Montenegro could not wage it
alone. Which Power was shoving her? I was fairly certain that
Bulgaria and Montenegro had some sort of an engagement, and learnt
later I was right.

Baron de Kruyff, Dutch correspondent and head of the Foreign
Journalists Society which visited Podgoritza in 1911, told me that
when he left Montenegro in June (1911) King Nikola, on hearing he
was going to Sofia, asked him to convey a letter thither, addressed
to a private individual, and to open it on crossing the frontier. On
doing so he found it contained another addressed to King Ferdinand,
with instructions to deliver it into the King's hands. He had an
audience, and did so. The letter contained the first proposals for a
Bulgar-Montenegrin agreement, by means of which each monarch should
aid the other to achieve his ambitions, and Nikola hoped to reign at
Prizren. King Ferdinand favoured de Kruyff with a long audience, and
asked him to convey the reply. De Kruyff objected that his sudden
return to Cetinje without obvious reason would excite suspicion. It
was therefore arranged that he should meet Popovitch as Montenegrin
envoy in Trieste. Which he did. I wonder if Russia knew this? I
fancy not.

Russia was now working for a Balkan Alliance, which, though
primarily directed against Austria, had for its ultimate goal the
acquisition of Constantinople. Nicholas II of Russia, like Nikola I
of Montenegro, was obsessed with a city. Russia was recuperating
rapidly. She was financed by France, and sure of military aid. She
had entangled England. The secular enmity of the Balkan peoples was
the one weak spot in her plan. To amend this she transferred
Hartwig, Russian Minister in Teheran, to Belgrade.

He had successfully worked the ruin of Persia. He was now to compass
that of Turkey. Hartwig was a man to stick at nothing. Dr. Dillon
tells us that his methods were so abominable that even the Russian
Foreign Office protested. "People asked how he dared oppose the
Foreign Office on which he depended. The answer was that he was
encouraged, and put up to it by the Tsar. When at last M. Izvolsky
extracted permission to recall the rebellious minister, Nicholas II
decorated him, and told him that his was the only policy Russia
could pursue with dignity and profit. . . . Thereupon he entrusted
Hartwig with the most important post in the Balkans."

De Schelking, secretary to the Russian Legation in Berlin, gives a
picture of Hartwig's immense influence: "Shortly after his arrival
in Belgrade, Hartwig created a most exceptional position for
himself. The King, Prince Alexander, Pashitch, none of these made
any decisions without consulting him first. . . . Every morning his
study was besieged by Serbian statesmen who came to ask advice" (The
Game of Diplomacy). It is amusing to compare de Schelking's account
with an order from Pashitch, November 14, 1912: "Take notice: Our
Ministers in Foreign lands are to be informed that Hartwig has not
visited the King, and that he comes to the Foreign Office less than
any of the other Ministers." According to de Schelking he had no
need to visit anybody. But I fancy Kings Ferdinand and Nikola made
their plans without consulting him. Nor can they be blamed for so
doing.

The alleged object of Hartwig's Balkan alliance was to protect the
Balkan peoples from further annexation. It was, however, difficult
to unite Bulgaria and Serbia, and would have been harder yet had
King Ferdinand known that Russia had already told Serbia that she
had no use for a Big Bulgaria. Perhaps neither the Serbo-Bulgar nor
the Bulgar-Greek alliances would have been effected, but for the
co-operation of Mr. J. B. Bourchier, whose honesty was beyond all
doubt, and who was trusted where a Balkan envoy would not have been.
He too, unfortunately, was unaware that Bulgaria's fate was already
sealed by Russia, and that England was too deeply tangled in Russian
intrigue to be able to stand for justice.

The Serbo-Bulgar alliance was signed on February 29,
1912, and was to be in force till December 1920. The two parties
were "unconditionally and without reservation to mutually aid each
other with all the forces of the State if one or more other States
should attack one of these countries" and "to support one another
with all force should any one of the Great Powers make the attempt
to forcibly acquire even temporarily any territory situate in the
Balkans, and at present under Turkish suzerainty." Russia meant none
but herself to put a finger in the Balkan pie.

Russia seems to have been doubtful about Montenegro, for the Serb
minister in Petersburg reports (February 17, 1912): "As regards the
visit of the King of Montenegro, and as regards Austro-Hungarian
relations . . . in pursuance of what was intended King Nikola was
given some energetic counsel to pursue a quiet line of conduct, and
not to let himself in for any adventures." Serbia now was on very
friendly terms with the Greeks and helping them to kill Bulgar
komitadjis in Macedonia. Montenegro, feeling secure in her
arrangements with Bulgaria, was induced to declare alliance with
Serbia. The Bulgar-Greek alliance, the hardest to make, was finally
negotiated.

These things were all secret, but the air was tense with them. We
were told we should know definitely if it were peace or war when
King Nikola returned from Petersburg in February. Prince Danilo at
the same time went to Sofia. We were told to be ready for war in
April. Gavrilovitch, who was Serb Minister at Cetinje, came to
Scutari with young M. Cambon, a significant combination, and was
visibly relieved when I told him I was doing all I could to keep
peace in the mountains Serbia, as we know now, was acting strictly
as Russia's tool, as shown by official documents, and Russia wished
to postpone the Balkan crash till she was ready. But having made the
Balkan Alliance, it took the bit in its teeth. Daily I saw
Montenegro shoving towards war, and the Turks steadily fortifying
Scutari.

On March 10th Petar Plamenatz was suddenly transferred to
Constantinople, and replaced by Jovan Jovitchevitch, who naively
said he had been instructed to ask me for maps and information.
Petar went to Constantinople, as he afterwards boasted, for the
express purpose of declaring war. "Ma guerre a moi!" he called it.
"Car c'est moi qui l'a fait."

At the last moment, when war was seething, Hadji Avdil, Minister of
the Interior, started with a Reform Commission through Turkey. But
he only precipitated the end. A narrow-minded man, filled with
inordinate conceit of his own importance, he passed with difficulty
through Kosovo vilayet and arrived in Scutari on March 10th. Instead
of pacifying the excited Maltsors, he refused to meet them on any
terms which they considered safe. And he left matters far worse than
he found them. That he, too, expected war was evident, for he
appointed the military commandant Hussein Riza as Vali.

The Albanians of Kosovo again rose in revolt. Ise Boletin again led
them. They triumphed everywhere, and this time entered Uskub, where
their conduct was admitted to have been exemplary by the Foreign
Consuls. The Turks, finding that the Albanians were about to march
on Monastir, called a truce, and agreed to recognize the four
vilayets of Janina, Scutari, Kosovo, and part of Monastir, as an
autonomous Albanian province. The immediate result of the Albanian
victory was the overthrow of the chauvinistic Young Turk party and
the appointment of a more moderate Cabinet. The effect of this coup
on the Balkans was electric. Each Balkan State had pegged out for
itself a slice of Albania. Delenda est Albania was the one point on
which they agreed. Heedless of Russia, they hastened to make war
before Albania should have time to consolidate.

War preparations hurried on. Montenegro worked upon the discontent
caused by Hadji Avdil. King Nikola had returned from Russia, but had
not fixed the date of war as we had expected. I thought perhaps
Italy was shoving, in order to assist her war in Tripoli, which
still dragged on. But in a few weeks' visit to Rome I had a long
talk with San Giuliano, and perceived clearly that Italy was not
urging Montenegro.

There seemed but one possible explanation, and that was that an
understanding had been come to between Greece and Bulgaria, and that
Montenegro therefore felt certain of the co-operation of the whole
of the Bulgar army. In Rome, Popovitch, the Montenegrin Minister,
had told me, when announcing that General Martinovitch had been made
War Minister: "This means war."

Returned to Scutari, I went straight to the Greek consul and in the
middle of a chat on nothing particular, asked: "A propos, Monsieur,
is it true your Government has signed a treaty of alliance with
Bulgaria against Turkey!" The poor little man almost leapt from his
chair. "Mademoiselle!" he stammered, "you are surely aware there are
things political of which one may not speak." I begged him to say no
more. More was unnecessary. War I knew was now certain. The secret
alliance had, in fact, been signed on May 16th.

Next day a frontier fight took place, provoked by Montenegro. It
lasted seven hours. Every one cried: "It is war!" The Montenegrin
Consul was greatly agitated. He knew what his country was doing, and
cried: "Mon Dieu, Mademoiselle, I hope you will not write a book for
five years! You know too much."

To avoid being besieged in Scutari I left for Podgoritza at once,
and found Podgoritza so certain of war that I was begged to stay and
see the first shot fired. Why war was then postponed I never made
out. Perhaps Montenegro had to wait for Bulgaria.

Cetinje also expected war, and asked me to collect funds for the
wounded. The King begged me to prevent the Maltsors rising yet,
which showed me he again intended to make a tool of them. Kol
Mirashi, one of the pluckiest of the Maltsor patriots, told me they
all knew this, and meant to rise at once to show Europe they were
fighting for independence, and not for Montenegro.

I said: "Why not keep quiet and develop autonomy?" He replied:
"Impossible. The Montenegrin-Austrian plan is now complete, and will
soon be in motion. We must act independently. King Nikola went to
Russia for help. They refused him. So he has joined with Austria."

The Russian visit had been a fiasco. Lazar Mioushkovitch, who, with
Dushan Gregovitch, had accompanied the King, told me: "It was
terrible." Dushan Gregovitch--good looking, and remarkable rather
for high stakes at bridge than common-sense--rashly allowed himself
to be interviewed. Montenegro's grandiose schemes for conquest
appeared next day in the papers. "The Tsar was furious. He
threatened us even with annihilation!  The King told him Dushan was
known to be a liar, but it was of no use. It is finished! We have no
more to expect from Russia!"

But war preparations hurried on. And some of the Bank employees told
me that the King had raised a loan in Vienna "in order to start an
Agricultural Bank!" They smiled.

Montenegro now tried to force the Turks to declare war by provoking
two bad frontier fights near Kolashin and Andrijevitza, each time
burning several Turkish blockhouses, and going far over the
frontier. The Powers ordered the recall of the Montenegrin troops on
August 5th, or they would have occupied the whole Berani district. I
went to Andrijevitza on August 27th and stayed there a month. The
big guns had already been taken up and were on the frontier, and
ammunition was widely distributed, not only to Montenegrins, but
also to the Serbs from Turkish territory, who came over the border
at night. General Yanko Vukotitch was in command. There was a
hospital full of wounded, and Andrijevitza was furious with the
Government for having broken faith. They had been promised
assistance, and had expected this fight to be followed at once by
war. The whole district was strongly anti-Petrovitch, and in close
touch with Serbia. Veshovitch, the frontier commandant, even said--
when I suggested that a declaration of war might be followed by the
re-occupation of the Sanjak by Austria, and a possible attack on
Montenegro: "What then? Anything would be better than the Government
we have down there!" and pointed Cetinjewards. Jovan Plamenatz
assured me emphatically that Austria would not attack them. And he
counted for certain on Bulgar support. The Turks, however, displayed
great restraint, and did not declare war. Veshovitch then told me
that as neither the efforts of Bulgaria nor Montenegro could force
them to it, Montenegro herself would begin. He had bombs ready to
spring another Turkish blockhouse, and so soon as he had finished
the big bread-oven for the army would do so, and cross the border.
Sniping, as I saw myself, was already going on daily.

A strange tale has been circulated that Montenegro mobilized but
four days before war broke out. The above facts show this to be
quite a mistake. Montenegro had been preparing over a year, and
could have begun in July.

I hastened to Cetinje to tell Count de Salis what was happening. He
replied that the Powers were doing nothing useful, and he feared it
was now too late.

I went to the Russia Institut. It was October 3rd. Sofia Petrovna
was happy and excited at the prospect of war; foretold the end of
the Turk and the triumph of the Holy Orthodox Church, to which she
was heart and soul passionately attached. While we were discussing
the situation, in hurried Yougourieff, one of the Russian officers
attached to the Legation, and superintending the Military Cadet
School financed by Russia, who, though she was no longer supporting
Nikola, was actively training young Montenegrins as cannon-fodder.

He stopped short on seeing me; hesitated; said something in Russian.
Seeing I was de trop, I rose to go. Sofia Petrovna bade me stay.
"Mademoiselle," she said, "knows the whole political situation. You
can speak before her."

He asked me doubtfully: "Will you promise not to send off what I say
to a newspaper?" I promised.

He sat down and began hotly in French to Sofia: "The Montenegrins
are absolutely mad! You must use all your influence to stop them.
They must not make this war! We have already told them so most
severely. They are mad, I tell you--we cannot and must not have war
now."

Sofia disagreed vehemently. All was ready. Things could not go on
like this. "But I tell you," said Yougourieff excitedly, "absolutely
there must be no Balkan war without Russia. And we are not ready."
Sofia persisted: "My friend--we shall intervene. We said we would
not in 1877--and we did. We shall now."

He became very serious. "I tell you this is not 1877. We cannot
intervene. Unless Austria intervenes, which God forbid, we have no
excuse for war. And nothing is yet ready. We are working as fast as
possible, but there is much yet to do. These people must wait!" He
was in deadly earnest, and plainly speaking the truth.

I asked quite suddenly: "And when will you be ready, Monsieur?"

"In two years from now, Mademoiselle, we shall be absolutely ready
for our great war!"

It was October 3rd, 1912. Russia began her great war on August 1,
1914. Yougourieff was only two months out. No wonder he made me
promise not to publish his remarks.

We learn now, from a report by Gruitch, Serbian Minister in London,
September 8, 1911, to the Serbian Foreign Office, that the date was
known to others as well. Speaking of the agreement about Morocco, he
says: "The agreement has one result, that war will be postponed
three or four years. . . . Both France and her allies are of opinion
that the war--even at the expense of great sacrifice, must be
postponed to a later time, that it to say, until the year 1914-15"
(see Bogitchevitch, xi). No wonder that Gavrilovitch and young
Cambon approved of my peace policy, and that Yougourieff was
emphatic.

I went to General Yanko Vukotitch's house. Rakia was flowing. He,
madame, his secretary, and others were in high feather. Yanko
explained the plan of campaign to me. He was to lead the main
division to Prizren. The two other divisions under Brigadier
Boshkovitch and General Martinovitch, were to attack Scutari, and,
having taken it, to join the triumphant Yanko at Prizren. No mention
was made of when the other Balkan States were to come in. Bulgarian
support was certain. Madame Yanko begged me to go with her husband
and photograph his entry into Prizren.

The whole campaign, it appeared, was expected only to last a few
weeks, and only 150 beds had been made ready at the hospital. The
Montenegrins honestly believed that theirs was the finest army for
its size in Europe.

General Martinovitch told me to go off to Podgoritza if I wanted to
see the first shot fired. When I arrived there on October 6th all
was ready and waiting. Another proof that the "four days'
mobilization" tale is an error.

King Nikola had made up his outstanding quarrel with his relatives,
and the Royal Voyvodas, Marko, Sharko, Bozho, and Gjuro all arrived.
On the night of the 8th all sang: "Let me see Prizren!"

There was wild excitement. No one mentioned the Serbs. I asked,
"What is the Serb army like?" They roared with laughter. "Oni
chuvahjuf svinje Gospodjitza!" (They are swineherds, lady!) Next
morning at 8 a.m. Prince Petar fired a gun into a Turkish camp
across the frontier.

The tale of the war has already been told. Here only a few
significant facts need telling.

Montenegro expected by rushing the first into war to occupy all the
coveted districts, including Prizren, before Serbia was ready.
Bulgaria would beat back the Turks, and Ferdinand and Nikita share
the bulk of the peninsula. The Montenegrins recked nothing of the
Serbs, but they miserably miscalculated. The Serbs reached Prizren
before they did.

It is possible that Bulgaria and Montenegro, in fact, forced on the
war. Both knew they would gain nothing by waiting for Russia. And if
two of the Balkan States insisted on war the other two were bound to
come in.

Montenegro's plan failed. Her first startling successes were due to
the fact that the Maltsor risings had largely cleared the way for
her. But as the Montenegrins began at once to treat Albanian
territory as their own, and even loot Catholic Albanian houses,
tension between the Maltsors and Montenegrins arose and increased.
The Maltsors flung away the Montenegrin caps dealt out to them,
withdrew in numbers, and soon consulted me as to whether they should
attack the Montenegrins in the rear and cut them off. I begged them
not to, as I then believed in the honesty of the Powers, and thought
Albania would get justice. I regret it now.

South Albania also perceived that the self-styled "liberators" who
poured in from Greece were but brigands intent on gain and murder,
and on November 28, 1912, Ismail Kemal, who was in Constantinople
when war broke out, managed with difficulty to return to his native
town Valona, where he hoisted the National flag, proclaimed the
independence of Albania, and formed a provisional government. It was
hoped that by thus showing that Albania wanted freedom, and detached
herself completely from the Turks, she would be respected by Europe.
For the Balkan Allies had stated they were at war only with the
Turks.

Official notification of Albania's resolve was sent to the Powers,
and the Albanians hoped for sympathy, for it was they who in fact
had aimed the first blow at Young Turk tyranny. The Greeks and
Montenegrins and Serbs, far from sympathizing with Albania's wish
for freedom, were incensed by it. The Greeks blockaded Valona, and
cut the telegraph. The yacht of the Duc le Monpensier, however, ran
the blockade, and took off Ismail Kemal, Gurikuchi, and that gallant
chieftain Isa Boletin. He had fought on the side of the Serb till he
saw what Serb victory would mean. The three pleaded their cause in
the capitals of Europe. Europe meanwhile seethed with intrigue.

Russia's plans were overset by the premature outbreak of the Balkan
war. But she was bent on getting all she could out of it for her
side, and dragged France along with her. At the beginning of the
Italy-Tripoli war, Izvolsky had written: "We must even now not only
concern ourselves with the best means of preserving peace and order
in the Balkans, but also with the matter of extracting the greatest
possible advantage to ourselves from coming events."

The Powers called a Conference of Ambassadors in London to try to
arrange a Balkan settlement. The Russian Ambassador in London
reports, February 25, 1913, that England wishes peace and a
compromise. Of France he states that M. Cambon "has directed himself
in reality entirely to me. . . . When I recall his conversations and
. . . add the attitude of Poincare, the thought comes to me that of
all the Powers, France is the only one which, not to say that it
wishes war, yet would look on it with least regret. . . . The
disposition of France offers us on the one hand a guarantee, but on
the other it must not happen that the war breaks out on account of
interests more French than Russian, and in any case not under
circumstances more favourable to France than to Russia."

The Conference inevitably became a struggle by Russia to obtain all
possible lands for her proteges regardless of the wishes of the
inhabitants. Possession of land for a short time in the Middle Ages
was given as reason for handing it over now.

"We might as justly claim Calais," I said to a Podgoritza
schoolmaster, "for it was ours at the same time!"

"Why don't you," said he. "You have a navy?"

Sir Edward Grey, in the interests of justice, stood out against Slav
rapacity, but Russia insisted on having either Scutari or Djakovo
for the Slavs; though Djakovo, a town of between two and three
thousand houses, contained but one hundred Serb families. Nor was
there a single Serb village near it. All were Albanian Moslems or
Catholics, but they were offered up as a living sacrifice on the
altar of Russia's ambitions.

Montenegro meanwhile was very bitter. Yanko had failed to take
Prizren. The population railed against the Government. The King had
never recovered popularity since the bomb affair. Some of the
condemned were still in prison.

Had Prizren been taken, things would have been very different. All
Montenegro had been trained from childhood to sing: "Onward, onward,
let me see Prizren!" and though the town consisted of nearly four
thousand Albanian houses and but 950 Serb ones, Prizren had become a
sort of insanity with them. Not only Prizren was not taken by
Montenegro, but Scutari was not either. The population now turned
with savage desire on Scutari, about which previously little had
been said.

It had been believed that Constantinople would soon fall, and that
the four Crown princes would enter it in state. Though how they
could have been so simple as to think Russia would permit this, it
is hard to understand.

The cry rose: "Russia helped us in 1877, why does she not come
forward now?" Whatever the heads of the land knew, the rank and file
had confidently expected Russian intervention.

Only by dragging in Austria could Russia's hand be forced. The Serbs
endeavoured to goad Austria into action. News reached us that they
had imprisoned and maltreated Prochaska, the Austrian Consul in
Prizren, and Montenegro's delight and expectation were immense. His
nose, said the Montenegrins, should be cut off just as though he
were a Turk. Prochaska was, in fact, a brother Slav, a Czech, a
capable man, whom I had met in 1908. Austria, it was confidently
asserted at the inn dinner table, would be forced to fight--or for
ever hide disgraced. Yanko Vukotitch's secretary, who had been up at
Prizren, described to me with the greatest gusto what happened: "Oh,
if you could but have seen what the officers did to Prochasko! They
rolled him on the ground, spat in his face, tore the Austrian flag,
did all that you can imagine that is most dirty upon him! Austria
will never dare tell the world what we did to her consul. All Europe
would laugh at her, and she would have to declare war."

"But why was this done?" I asked.

"Because he asked some dirty Albanians to his consulate."

"But a consul has the right to ask whom he pleases to his consulate.
It was his duty also to protect the Catholics."

"Very well. This is to teach Austria we have no need of her consuls.
Austria is finished!" He, as all the Montenegrins, was furious at
any attempt to save the Albanians from extirpation. All those who
would not be Slavized were to be killed.

Austria would have been fully justified in making war on Serbia. And
as Russia was not ready, and the Serbs engaged with the Turks, then
was the moment to do it. But Germany was strong for peace. "Berlin
had applied itself, above all, to calm the exasperation and desire
for intervention at the Ballplatz," says Baron Beyens, Belgian
Minister in Berlin. "The Archduke Ferdinand stated at Berlin that
Austria had come to the end of the concessions it could make to its
neighbour. The Emperor and his councillors showered upon him, none
the less, counsels of moderation, which William II when conducting
his guest to the railway station summarized in these expressive
words: "Above all, no folly (pas de betises). . . . But to lead
Austria to show itself more tractable, as it is believed here the
Imperial Government has succeeded in doing, is not enough to pacify
the conflict. It yet remains to bend the obstinate resistance of
Serbia, and to effect a diminution of her demands. There was a
rumour last week in the European Chancellories that M. Sasonov had
ceased to struggle against the Court party, which wishes to drag
Russia into war, though the soil of the Empire is undermined with
revolution and military preparations are yet insufficient."

Prochaska, after some weeks of imprisonment, was released. Austria
humbled her pride and accepted an apology. Prochaska was compensated
and bound to secrecy. As my informant had foretold, Austria dared
not tell her humiliation.

In Montenegro this produced a howl of contempt. Austria was
finished; you could do what you pleased with her with impunity; the
next war would be with Austria. Montenegro, on her side, thought
well to insult her. Perhaps one more stab would make her fight, and
then hurrah for Russia and Constantinople!

From the conquered districts came piteous reports of the hideous
cruelties which Serb and Montenegrin alike were committing on the
Albanian populations. Far from concealing their deeds, the
conquerors boasted of them. A Serb officer nearly choked with
laughter over his beer, as he told how his men had bayoneted the
women and children of Ljuma. And one of the Petrovitches boasted to
me that in two years no one in the conquered lands would dare speak
"that dirty language" (Albanian). Moslem men were given the choice
of baptism or death, and shot down. The women were unveiled, and
they and the children driven to church and baptized. "In one
generation we shall thus Serbize the lot!" they said. And later
evidence proved that these reports were true. No Turk ever treated
Armenian worse than did the two Serb peoples treat the Albanians in
the name of the Holy Orthodox Church. Stanko Markovitch, Governor of
Podgoritza, forbade the giving of any food to the starving people of
the burnt villages, and told me flatly that they were doomed to
die. Podgoritza exclaimed he was a fool to tell me this: "Now she
will denounce us in England and America, too!" But they did not deny
it. News came from Djakovo that Father Palitch, a plucky Franciscan,
whom I had met there in 1908, had been bayoneted to death for
refusing to make the sign of the cross in Orthodox fashion. The
account of  his death, given by Moslems and Catholics alike, was
denied by the Montenegrin Government. Austria rightly insisted on an
examination, for, as a Catholic, he was under her protection. This
was made by a commission under Mgr. Miedia, Bishop of Prizren.
Father Palitch's body was exhumed. It was proved that he was killed
by bayonets, and the tale of the Montenegrins that he had been shot
when trying to escape was devoid of foundation, there being no
gunshot wounds in the body. The case was gone into fully. Austria a
second time accepted apology and certain compensations, and failed
to respond to provocation. No Russian intervention could now be
expected. But the Slavs continued to cry: "Death to Albania," and it
was the clear duty of Austria, and should have been also of Italy,
to save it. The organ of the Serb Black Hand, Piemont, advocated the
slaughter of all the inhabitants of Scutari, to punish them for
having dared to resist. War, as is always the case, had aroused the
worst passions of this--at best--semi-civilized race. But the
Powers realized that Russia's unbridled greed on behalf of her Serb
proteges must be checked.

Scutari was a town of 35,000 Albanian inhabitants. Montenegro was
ordered by the Powers to withdraw from Scutari, and Serbia from
Scutari and Durazzo. The Powers sent a naval demonstration, and
prepared a collective Note. The Tsar ordered King Nikola to yield.
But while he spoke publicly, the representatives of France and
Russia did all they could to impede the delivery of the Note till
too late, in order to give the Montenegrins time to acquire by fraud
what they could not take by force. King Nikola and many of his
subjects went about swearing aloud that if they did not get all they
wanted they would set the whole of Europe on fire, and the combined
Serb and Montenegrin armies would take Vienna.

The plans for the taking of Scutari by fraud had probably been long
laid. In February came news that the gallant commander of Scutari,
Hussein Riza Bey, had been murdered-and his place taken by the
notorious Essad Pasha. Essad had been servant of the Old Turk, and
then member of the Committee of Union and Progress. He aimed solely
at power for himself, and now became servant of the Slav. Hussein
Riza, seeing no help could be expected from the Turks, and
determined not to yield the town to the Slavs, decided to hand it
over to the Albanians. On his mother's side he was of Albanian
blood. His plan was to communicate with all the tribesmen, and to
arrange that they should fall on the besieging army in the rear
while he and his army made a simultaneous sortie. He hoped thus to
cut up the Montenegrin army and save the town. One of the Franciscan
fathers and another man were to steal through the lines at night and
arrange that the tribesmen should attack when Hussein Riza hoisted
the Albanian flag on the citadel. That night after Hussein Riza had
supped with Essad, he was shot dead a few yards away from the house
by two men disguised as women. Osman Bali and Mehmed Kavaja, both
servants of Essad, boasted afterwards they had done the deed. The
town crier proclaimed that nothing was to be said about the murder
and Essad, who was second, now took command, and soon entered into
communication with the Montenegrins. As he knew only Turkish and
Albanian, the letters went through the hands of the dragoman of the
Italian consulate.

Italy played an oddly double game. She was bound by Treaty to assist
Austria to preserve the integrity of Albania. But she did not object
to King Nikola--father of the Queen of Italy--taking the town if he
could. Italy was striving for influence in Montenegro, out of hatred
of Austria, and failed to see that the South Slav, not the
German-Austrian, was her real danger.

While France and Russia delayed matters, Petar Plamenatz drew up
terms with Essad. Provided he evacuated the town in time for
Montenegro to occupy it before the Powers could stop it, he was to
leave with all honours, and a large supply of arms and food. He was
also to aid the Serbs to reach Durazzo later, and as a reward was to
be recognized as ruler in his own district of Tirana. A vile enough
plot.

In order to deceive Europe, the Montenegrin Government telegraphed
everywhere an account of a huge fight, in which Scutari had been
taken, and thousands of Montenegrins wounded. But it was such a lie
that they dared not give it either to The Times' correspondent or to
me.

Essad withdrew. The Montenegrins entered without firing a shot.
Thus was Scutari betrayed to her enemy. That the plot was known to
the Italian Legation is clear, for the Italian war correspondents
had the information from the Legation and hurried to the spot the
day before.

King Nikola having obtained the town, tried to effect a bargain with
Austria by offering the Lovtchen in exchange for it. But I fancy the
Powers burked this.

The war was over. All through I used to say to myself: "War is so
obscene, so degrading, so devoid of one redeeming spark, that it is
quite impossible there can ever be a war in West Europe." This was
the one thing that consoled me in the whole bestial experience. War
brings out all that is foulest in the human race, and the most
disgusting animal ferocity poses as a virtue. As for the Balkan Slav
and his vaunted Christianity, it seemed to me all civilization
should rise and restrain him from further brutality.

Of the saving of Scutari by the arrival of International forces
under Admiral Sir Cecil Burney I have told elsewhere, and of the
months of relief work in the villages burnt by Serb and Montenegrin,
who had destroyed nearly every olive and fruit tree, and devastated
the land.

But even when their army of saviours arrived the luckless Scutarenes
were ordered to make no demonstration, and had to lay aside the
flowers and flags they were joyfully preparing. In return for their
obedience, their enemies reported in the papers that the "naval
force was received without interest or enthusiasm."

The Montenegrins left, after having burnt and pillaged nearly a
third of the bazar as vengeance.

At Podgoritza, where I went to fetch my store of relief stuff, I was
set on by a number of officials at the parcel office. Furious at
losing Scutari, they swore they would retake it and take Bosnia,
too. I told them not to talk so foolishly. They cried: "We--the Serb
people--have beaten the Turk. We are now a danger to Europe. We
shall take what we please. The Serbs will go to Vienna. We shall go
to Serajevo. We have the whole of the Russian army with us. If you
do not believe it--you will see. We shall begin in Bosnia!" This
was in May 1913. Yougourieff, by the way, was delighted at the
capture of Scutari, and told me that the fait accompli could not be
upset. "Except by accomplishing another," I said. The French and
Italian legations, too, were indecently elated.

The Great Serbia party explained its plans freely. King Ferdinand
was to be assassinated, and Bulgaria be suzerain to Serbia. There
was to be war with Austria. Any one in Great Serbia's path was to be
"removed." A friend, who was doing relief work at Uskub, told me
that there the Serb officers talked incessantly of their next war
with Austria, and were savagely extirpating the Bulgarian and
Albanian populations from the newly annexed districts.

As for M. Krajewsky, the French Consul, he now "outjuggered" the
Jugoslavs. "Never," he declared, "would France allow independent
Albania to exist." The Russian Consul Miller, on the contrary, said
he had written the strongest possible report against Montenegro to
his Government, saying "that the Montenegrins by their disgraceful
conduct in war had forfeited all right to it." His report did much
to save the town.

The Dalmatian doctor, who had cured me of my long illness in 1910,
was also most emphatically anti-Serb and Montenegrin, though a Slav
himself, declaring them to be a set of savages who should not be
allowed to take Albanian lands. This was the more noteworthy, as he
had previously been by no means pro-Albanian.

On June 12th Mr. Nevinson arrived with Mr. Erickson, an American\
missionary who had done much work in Albania, and on the 15th we
started to ride through the country to learn the state of things. As
little has been written of Albania at this period I give a rsume of
my diary.

June 15th.--Rode to Alessio, past the villages burnt by the Serbs.
Found the Albanian flag flying on the bridge of Alessio, and
Albanian guards. Town dead, inn ruined. District patrolled by Ded
Soko's men. Perfect order. Heard tales of Serb brutality to
prisoners.

Tuesday, 17th.--Provisional government of Kruja welcomed us in grand
old house. The government, with old Kadi at its head, hoped
anxiously for appointment of a Prince. Full of fear of Essad. Told
sad tale of suffering. When war began they determined not to help
the Turks, and declared independence in November, hoping thus to
escape complications and take no part in the war. When the vanguard
of the Serb army arrived they believed that, as there were no Serbs
in the district, there was no danger. It is pathetic to note that
the luckless Albanians at first believed that the Serbs and
Montenegrins spoke truth when they said the war was in order to
liberate their brethren. That whole districts of solid Albanian
population would be seized, did not occur to them. They sat up all
night and made bread for the Serb army, and treated them as guests.
Later, they found their mistake. The Serbs treated them as
conquered. . . . People were arrested by the wayside and hanged
without trial. Three women were brought from villages to Kruja and
hanged there. In all fifty quite innocent people suffered. The two
Serb officers responsible for these atrocities were Dragoslav
Voinovitch (artillery) and Dragoljub Petrovitch (infantry). . . .
Left Kruja. Stopped at wattled shed for coffee. Han burnt by Serbs.
Folk gathered and told how Serbs had swooped on village, robbed and
arrested innocent people,  taken them to Kruja and hanged them. All
said they had expected the Serbs to be allies and not foes.

At Tirana (18th) we visited Essad Pasha, and were struck with the
number of troops in the town. Essad explained they would leave by a
Turkish transport. He spoke with contempt of Ismail Kemal and the
provisional governmental Liter, at the house of Avdi bey, a number
of refugees from Dibra arrived and told of the sufferings in the
villages annexed by the Serbs. They asserted five hundred burnt-out
destitute persons had been prevented by the Serbs from receiving
help from the agent of the Macedonian Relief Committee. We arranged
to send maize.

At Durazzo folk were very nervous about Essad Pasha, who alone had
an armed force and was said to be in constant communication with the
Greek Bishop at Duiazzo, a notorious intriguer.

The Italian consul reported: "Perfect order prevails, but the delay
of the Powers must make for unsettlement." This, alas, was what
certain Powers intended. At the time the journey had the glory of a
plunge into a freed land rejoicing in liberty won after centuries of
anguish.

At Kavaia and Pekinj we heard of the massacre of prisoners by the
Serbs and the relief of the people that the invaders had gone, they
hoped, for ever.

At Elbasan admirable order was being kept by Akif Pasha. Here we
heard how the Serbs had imprisoned Albanian patriots. All hoped a
Prince would soon come and suppress Essad, who was feared as a
possible danger. The Americans were buying land and planning a big
college, to which the people looked forward as a means for national
regeneration. Parents were already refusing to send children to the
Greek school, in spite of the fulminations of the Greek priest.

A young man arrived from Starovo and told how he and two others had
been taken prisoners by the Serbs and offered their lives for a
heavy ransom. Only he had enough to pay. Both the others were
killed. A rumour came that the Serbs and Bulgars had begun to fight
for the possession of Monastir. It had been allotted by agreement to
Bulgaria, but the Serbs were in possession and refused to yield it.
We decided to push on to Ochrida to learn what was happening.

Arrived at Stiuga we found Serb officers in possession. We had left
free Albania and were in a conquered land under military rule. They
at once started "propaganda," and had the impudence to say that
the dialect of Struga was as pure Serb as that of Belgrade. But an
officer bent on annexation will say anything. Poor old Jovan
Golubovitch, the innkeeper at Podgoritza, was a native of Struga,
and was known always as Jovan Bulgar.

We visited the uniquely interesting fishtraps on the Drin, built
like a prehistoric lake-village. These, said our Serb escort, would
be a source of great wealth when modernized. "But," we objected,
"perhaps this will not be yours. The question has to be arbitrated."
They retorted they would accept no arbitration, and cared nothing
for agreements. What Serbia had taken, Serbia would keep. The
Bulgars should never recover one kilometre.

Friday, 27th.--At Ochrida--after ten years. Town most melancholy. A
tablet on the big plane tree commemorates the "liberation" of the
town. But there are no signs of joy. Even in 1904, after the Bulgar
revolution and under Turkish military rule, the town was not so dead
and hopeless as now under the Serb. All seems crushed beneath an
iron heel. Then the Bulgar population hoped for union with Bulgaria.
Now the Serb was dominant. The Bulgar school was closed, and
soldiers were at the door. The Bulgar churches were shut, and their
priests had disappeared. So had the bishop. Some people recognized
me. An old woman rushed up and told me things were worse than under
the Turk, but we dared make few enquiries lest our informants should
suffer. Only the great lake was the same as before in its marvellous
beauty. I felt like a ghost among the shadows of all we had striven
for ten years ago.

The bazar, once full of Moslems, was half deserted. The
intransigence of the Serb officers was here as blatant as at Struga.
They were eagerly waiting the declaration of war on Bulgaria. And
would accept no form of arbitration that did not give all to
themselves. We spoke strongly of the wickedness of fighting their
allies. They said they cared for no treaty, and meant to fight--the
sooner the better. All they had taken they would soon Serbize. They
--the military--had the power, and would do what they chose.

That the policy was a deliberate one we now know from published
documents.

On February 4, 1913, the Serb Minister at Petersburg telegraphed:
"the Minister for Foreign Affairs told me Serbia was the only state
in the Balkans in which Russia had confidence, and that Russia would
do everything for Serbia." Serbia felt quite safe in tearing up her
Bulgarian "scrap of paper." The Serb officers were, in fact, most
explicit, and told us they had all their plans laid and expected
soon to be back in Durazzo, and to keep it.

So set were they on fighting Bulgaria that had the Bulgars waited
but a few hours the Serbs would probably have saved them the trouble
of firing the first shot. The whole guilt rests with Serbia, for it
was she who broke her pledged word and threw down the glove.

Kosovo Day was a melancholy spectacle. Nothing is more dolorous than
a people forced "to rejoice" by an army of occupation. All shops are
shut, and the population summoned to church to celebrate the
"freeing" of the land. Once how pleased I should have been. Now I
have seen and know too much! The people of Ochrida had to officially
rejoice that their nationality was destroyed, though it had survived
some six centuries of the Turk.

At Pogradech we again found the Serbs. Here the whole population is
Albanian. There was no doubt of their sentiments. They asked
anxiously as to the fate of their town, and dreaded lest the Serb
occupation should be permanent. Wanted news of free Albania, and
asked when the Prince would arrive. At the han, when paying for my
horse, I asked for Turkish money as change, for we were leaving the
Serb zone. The hanjee and those in the inn burst into sudden joy:
"Ah, she too does not want anything Serb!" I was alarmed lest a
prowling Serb should overhear and make them pay dearly for
patriotism.

We   arrived   at Koritza on June 30th and found it
"in a state of great tension." "Persons afraid of arrest. A sort of
silent terror in the air. Great Greek propaganda going on, and Greek
troops everywhere. People called on us and said many wished to come,
but dared not. They prayed us to save Koritza. Called on the
Commandant, Colonel Condoulis, to whom Mr. Nevinson had an
introduction." I learnt what a mistake the Americans had made in
1903, when they put the mission under Austrian instead of English
protection. The Greeks now, in consequence, pretended that the
Albanian school was an Austrian school, and declared there was no
Albanian movement. The Albanian Nationalists, on the other hand,
were in bitter trouble, for, through the years of Turkish rule, they
had with danger and toil kept this school "the beacon light," open.
They now found the Greek more oppressive than the Turk. The American
missionaries had been expelled from the town at twenty-four hours'
notice. The school was closed. The Turkish troops had behaved well
in the town, and never entered a private house. The Greeks had shown
themselves as conquerors bent on pillage, and behaved with cruelty
and violence.

Colonel Condoulis did not even pretend to be out for anything but
wholesale annexation. He showed on a map frontiers which should
include even Tepeleni. I exclaimed, horrified: "But that is half
Albania!" Condoulis did not deny it. He merely said: "There is a
French proverb which says--appetite comes with eating. We have
eaten; now we must eat more and more." I replied: "Monsieur, those
that eat too much get bellyache." Which annoyed him.

I have met few things more repulsive than a military man bent on
conquest, for lust of conquest brings a man lower than the beasts.
The beasts eat for hunger. Condoulis wished to eat for sheer greed.
May the day come when such men will be looked On as mad dogs to be
destroyed painlessly before they have time to inflict misery upon
peoples.

What with the Serbs at Ochrida and tijle Greeks at Kctitza, I
began to regret that I had ever wished to send the Turk from Europe.
While he was there, there was yet hope. These "Christian"
conquerors were a hundredfold worse.

They showed their devilry by arranging a meeting that should cause
Mr. Nevinson to write to his paper that Koritza wished to be Greek.
The arrival of a well-known journalist was a chance to be exploited.

Unluckily for Condoulis, we were not in the Balkans for the first
time. The visit arranged for us at the Bishop's therefore missed
fire. We found his Grace seated at a table, at which there were some
fourteen local shopkeepers, who, when told to do so by the Bishop,
stated to us that they wanted to be Greek. It would, indeed, have
needed some courage to say in the presence of Greek officials that
they did not want to be Greek! "You see," said our guide, "the
Christians of Koritza want to be Greek!"

We were trotted off to the house of an old Moslem, who also replied
obediently. What else could the poor man do?

An unarmed population faced with a big army is helpless. Many an
English village would declare itself Choctaw if five thousand armed
men bade it do so--or be extirpated.

We lunched with Condoulis, and learnt that the Greeks were as
anxious to fight the Bulgars as were the Serbs. "Death to Bulgaria"
was their cry. Not a metre of land to be ceded to those "cochons de
Bulgares." "We went," they said, "willingly to fight the Turk. We go
with ten times more joy to fight the Bulgars; they are our worst
enemies." And they would listen to no remonstrance. So strong were
they on this that I could only think Greece and Serbia had a secret
understanding on the subject, and that Greece, like Serbia, knew
that Russia had no use for a Big Bulgaria. And so indeed it was.

The Greeks next invited us to a mass meeting, which was to be held
to ascertain the wishes of the population. We accepted, and on
returning to our quarters learnt that Greek soldiers and priests
were going from house to house ordering every one to attend the
meeting and close their shops. It was intended to make use of us,
for the women were told to come and hear what an Englishwoman had to
say to them. The Greek authorities, aware that we knew no Greek,
would have been able to interpret bogus messages from us.

We decided, therefore, to arrive so late as not to be put on the
platform and made use of, and went for a walk lest an officer be
sent to fetch us. One was--but we had already left. We arrived late
at the meeting. Surrounded by Greek military, the populace had had
to consent to the sending of a telegram to the Ambassadors'
Conference in London, stating that Koritza voted unanimously for
Greece.

So soon as it was dark, people came to visit us. Sixty Moslems
outside the town sent an emissary to know if they could speak with
us. We dared do nothing that would subject them to arrest. We had
heard too much of the fate of prisoners. We were prayed to send a
counter telegram to London, but there was no nearer telegraph
station than Berat. The wire controlled by the Greeks was, of
course, useless. The crisis was acute, and the prayers of the
Koritzans pressing. We gave up our plan of travelling further South,
and started for Berat so soon as mules and guide could be prepared.

The Greek authorities prepared a strange pantomime at Moskopol, our
first halting-place. They sent up overnight a number of people who
danced out to meet us like stage peasants, crying: "Welcome to a
Greek town!" Moskopol is, in fact, inhabited by Vlachs and
Albanians. The imported gang went everywhere with us to try to
prevent our discovering this fact. It was clear they were imported,
for they seemed to be in the town for the first time. One spoke
Albanian to a woman as we passed. I asked how he had learnt it. He
replied: "From my mother."

"Then you are half Albanian," I said.

"No," he answered, much vexed. "My mother is Greek, but there were
no Greek schools when she was young, poor woman, so she never learnt
to speak [i.e. she only knew Albanian] properly!" This is a fair
sample of Greek propaganda. We reached Berat, and were received with
great enthusiasm. The telegram was sent, and, we hope, helped to
save Koritza. At Valona, where our journey ended, we met a number of
refugees from Chameria, splendid mountain men, who had been till now
under local autonomy with their own old Albanian law. They were
threatened with Greek annexation, and prayed us piteously to save
their Fatherland.

We visited the Albanian provisional government. A small assembly in
a poor house. But it represented the hopes of a little nation. Its
members were earnest and anxious. War had broken out between
Serbo-Greek against Bulgar. They feared that Bulgaria could not
stand against the combined forces, and the victory of Greek and Serb
would spell ruin for Albania.

I returned to Scutari and resumed relief work. Things were going
badly. The Powers who wished to ruin Albania had arranged that the
international control should not have jurisdiction beyond ten
kilometres from the town, and gave no signs of appointing any form
of government for the country, nor recognizing a native one.

The two gallant tribes of Hoti and Gruda begged hard not to be
included in Montenegro.

In Montenegro I learnt there was disgust at having been dragged into
the second Balkan war Montenegro could not refuse to take part as,
then, if the Serbs won, she would lose all her war-spoils. I noted
in my diary: "The Powers are making a damned mess of everything by
their shilly-shally. . . . What rot it is for five Powers to be
spending the Lord knows what on these warships, admirals, soldiers,
etc. hanging about Scutari while the people up-country are dying of
hunger." The suffering in the burnt villages was terrible. People
were cooking grass for their starving children, and the death-rate
from diarrhoea was high. Anything the Belgians suffered in
1914 was child's play in comparison. Meanwhile Roumania entered into
the second Balkan war and stabbed Bulgaria in the back. History
records few dirtier actions, nor need we waste pity on Roumania for
the punishment which has since fallen upon her.

That the destruction of Bulgaria was early planned by Greek and Serb
seems likely, for, as early as April, the Serb Minister at Bucarest
proposed a Serbo-Roumanian alliance against Bulgaria, and the
Serbian General staff began fortifying Ovtchepolje. Bulgaria fell,
and the Treaty of Bucarest was signed on August 10, 1913. Albania
was deadly anxious. The victorious Serbs and Greeks were drunk with
blood, and thirsted for hers, too. And still the Powers made no move
to send a Prince.

At the end of August I went up to the Shala mountains, where
refugees from the Gusinje district seized by Montenegro, came in
misery; survivors of the massacres which, in the name of
Christianity, were going on. I examined witnesses. Four battalions
of Montenegrins were carrying on a reign of terror. Moslems were
given choice of baptism or death. Praying in Moslem form was
forbidden. Men were slaughtered, and their wives unveiled and
baptised, and in some cases violated as well. I was prayed to ask
the King of England, who has many Moslem subjects, to save these
hapless Moslems from extinction.

To Scutari came similar news of the hideous cruelty, by means of
which Great Serbia was being created. An Ipek man, well educated and
of high standing, told of what happened there: "Every day the telal
cried in the streets 'To-day the Government will shoot ten (or more)
men!' No one knew which men they would be, or why they were shot.
They were stood in a trench, which was to be their grave. Twelve
soldiers fired, and as the victims fell the earth was shovelled over
them, whether living or dead. Baptisms were forced by torture. Men
were plunged into the ice-cold river, and then half roasted till
they cried for mercy. And conversion to Christianity was the price."
Many, terrorized into baptism, came to me. One man with tears in his
eyes assured me he had consented only to save his wife and children,
but that he felt now that he was defiled and wished he were dead.

The International forces did nothing. They had no jurisdiction
outside Scutari.

Unfortunately, also, the British staff knew no language but English,
and the most reliable dragomans knew only French, Italian, or
German. England was thus more heavily handicapped than the
representatives of the other Powers, and the Albanians asked with
wonder: "Are there, then, no schools in England?" And, in general,
Scutari's high idea of European civilization shrivelled and shrank.

By the end of September the conduct of the Serbs in the Dibra
district was so bad that the maddened populace, profiting by a
moment when the garrison was reduced, revolted, drove out the Serbs
and retook Ochrida, where they were welcomed by both Bulgars and
Albanians. As I wrote at the time: "It is criminal of the Powers to
delay the frontier commissions. Both Serb and Montenegrin are
working to clear off the Albanians from the debatable districts so
as to show a Slav majority to the Commission." The ill-timed revolt
gave them a chance of doing this. The Serbs fell on the Gostivar
district, burning the villages with petroleum, and throwing such
people as could not escape, back into the flames with their
bayonets. An urgent appeal for bandages and medicaments came from
Elbasan, into which refugees were pouring. Our naval force was not
allowed to supply any, but I begged two cases of stores from the
Italian consulate and started across country to Elbasan to the
horror of the International control, who had the idea that
travelling in Albania was dangerous. As I soon got beyond their
zone they could not interfere. At Tirana and at Elbasan I found
thousands of destitute creatures pouring in, footsore and exhausted.
Their accounts of Serb brutality up-country was amply confirmed by a
letter of a Serb in the Radnitchke Novina (see Carnegie Report): "My
dear friend," writes a Serb soldier, "appalling things are going on.
I am terrified of them. . . . I dare not tell you morer but I may
say Ljuma (an Albanian tribe) no longer exists. There is nothing but
corpses and ashes." A Franciscan, who went there, told me of the
bodies of the poor little bayoneted babies. "There are villages of
100, 150, 200 houses where there is literally not a single man. We
collect them in parties of forty to fifty and bayonet them to the
last one," The paper says it cannot publish the details, "they are
too heart-rending."

Nothing could make the luckless refugees believe that the Powers had
really given them to the Serbs. They asked piteously when the Prince
was coming to drive the Serbs out. And still the Powers did nothing.
Some Bulgars among the refugees told that life under the Serbs was
impossible. The only time they had been free from persecution was
when the Serb army was busy fighting the Bulgar army.

It was feared the Serbs would descend on Elbasan, and I carried away
a whole mule-load of valuables to save them from being pillaged, and
rode with it across country without an escort or weapon. I learnt
from the refugees that twenty-six villages had been wholly or
partially burnt and pillaged by the Serbs. Few of the refugees had
any weapons. I reported all this in vain in Scutari. Not a Power
would move. The Serbs, grown impudent, then entered strictly
Albanian territory in defiance of the International forces, and
camped in Mirdita while the Montenegrins devastated the Gashi and
Krasnichi tribes.

At last the Commission for delimiting the northern frontier started.
The Russian, troubled doubtless by a guilty conscience, had feared
to start without a strong military escort, and lack of forage made
this impossible. Hence much delay. Our military attache from Rome
represented England, but it was reported that France and Russia were
out to grab all they could for the Serbs, regardless of the
nationality of the population, and were furious whenever he
protested, for, as England belonged to the Entente, they considered
it his duty to support them on every point, regardless of fact and
justice.

More attacks of the Serbs on the Albanians in the annexed lands
brought more misery. "October 21st.--Thousands of refugees arriving
from Djakovo and neighbourhood. Victims of Montenegro." My position
was indescribably painful, for I had no funds left, and women came
to me crying: "If you will not feed my child, throw it in the river.
I cannot see it starve."

I decided to return to England after three and a half years'
absence, to try and rouse help and action there.

And I said goodbye with sorrow to Scutari, beautiful and sorrowing,
which had been my most kind home for so long.

On arriving in London I packed up the Gold Medal given me by King
Nikola and returned it to him, stating that I had often expressed
surprise at persons who accepted decorations from Abdul Hamid, and
that now I knew that he and his subjects were even more cruel than
the Turk I would not keep his blood-stained medal any longer. I
communicated this to the English and Austrian Press. The order of
St. Sava given me by King Petar of Serbia, I decided to keep a
little longer till some peculiarly flagrant case should occur, and
this I expected soon.

So apparently did Austria, who, exasperated by the repeated outrages
of the Serbs, and aware of the activity of Hartwig at Belgrade,
realized she was marked down as Russia's next victim on the
proscribed list, and that the hour was arriving when she must kill
or be killed.

Austria's position was now perilous. Russia had come to an agreement
with Japan, and had her hands free for the Near East. Hartwig was
pre-eminent in Belgrade. Roumania had been roped in, and had dealt
the stab in the back to Bulgaria, which had assured the Serbo-Greek
victory. Bulgaria was "put in the corner." France, the financier of
the Near East, refused her a loan. Italy it is true, took Tripoli
with the consent of the Powers, and France, tied as she was to
Russia, could not object. But she viewed with great jealousy any
increase of Italian power on the Mediterranean, and began therefore
to build up Greece as a naval counterpoise.

When Bulgaria approached Paris for a loan, Greece protested: "Do
not finance our most hated rivals." France refused the loan.
Bulgaria turned to England, who looked very favourably on the plan,
recognizing Bulgaria's industry and capability. Those who are in a
position to know, state that almost the whole sum had been arranged
for when France heard of the transaction and requested that England,
as a member of the Entente, would not finance a loan that France had
thought fit to refuse. England drew back, and Bulgaria had to go to
Germany for the necessary money. Russia had no use for Bulgaria.
Therefore France had none. And England, or the section of it bitted
and bridled by The Times, went the way it was driven. Or, perhaps,
like a certain animal, was induced that way by dangled carrots. The
Times' supplements, full of praise of Tsardom, must have cost some
one a pretty penny. Meanwhile Russia was assuring the Serbs that the
Balkan war was but a first step, and that Bosnia and the Herzegovina
would soon be theirs. Ristitch, Serb Minister at Bucarest, states on
November 13, 1912: "The Ministers of France and Russia advise, as
friends of Serbia, that we should not 'go the limit' as regards the
question of an outlet on the Adriatic. ... It would be better that
Serbia . . . should strengthen herself and await with as great a
degree of preparation as possible the important events which must
soon make their appearance among the Great Powers."

December 27, 1912.--The Serb Minister in Petersburg telegraphs: "The
Minister for Foreign Affairs replied that in view of our successes
he had confidence in our strength, and believed we could give a
shock to Austria. For that reason we should feel satisfied with what
we were to receive and consider it as a temporary haltingplace.
. . . The future remained to us. . . . Bulgaria, meantime, would
bring her ethnic mission to a close." Small wonder that in May 1913
the Montenegrins boasted to me: "We, the Serb nation, are a danger
to Europe. We have all the Russian army with us, and shall take what
we choose." Small wonder, too, that Austria, realizing she must soon
fight for her very existence against a very strong combine,
approached Italy in September 1913 and asked what would be her
attitude in case of an Austrian war with Serbia. Italy, who was
already dabbling with the Entente, though nominally a member of the
Triple Alliance, replied: "Such a war would be a most dangerous
adventure." Austria knew then that Italy could not be reckoned on.

We now slide into 1914, and Yougourieff's date, for "our great war"
approaches. Russian preparations went on apace, and France, under
Russian pressure, extended her term of military service to three
years.



CHAPTER TWENTY.
1914

DURING the winter of 1913-14 I gathered funds for Albania, and the
American missionaries worked hard at feeding the refugees of
Gostivar and Dibra. General Phillips, in command at Scutari, did all
his funds would allow for the refugees there, but reported that the
Serbs' victims were dying of hunger in the Gashi mountains at the
rate of twenty a day. But the Mansion House refused to start a fund.
Mr. Willard Howard took cinema photographs of the starving people in
their burnt ruins, hoping to rouse public feeling against the Serbs
and stop their further war plans.

At the Foreign Office I begged protection for the Balkan Moslems,
who were being barbarously exterminated, and stated that until it
was seen that the Balkan conquerors were capable of just rule, the
Capitulations should remain in force. Those with whom I spoke
admitted that the consular reports from Uskub and Monastir were very
bad, but that it was not advisable to publish them. In truth, we
were hopelessly tied to Russia and could say nothing about her pet
lambs, even though the truth of the accusations had been proved up
to the hilt by the Carnegie Report. The laws signed by King Petar in
October 1913 for the purpose of crushing the annexed regions are
alone enough in their barbarity to condemn Serbia. They are
published in the Carnegie Report, which should be read by all
interested in forming a just and lasting Balkan peace.

It was also made clear by the Carnegie Commission that the
accusation that the atrocities were planned and carried out by the
Serb "Black Hand" society were true. Damian Popovitch, the leader of
the regicides, led the massacres of Kosovo. All was part of a
prearranged Great Serbian plan. "The Serbs," I overheard two
Montenegrins say in the inn at Rijeka, "are right. They put these
gentry (non-Serb population) to the sword as they go, and clean the
land." As the Black Hand was a "government within a government," and
unofficial, Belgrade could always pretend to be ignorant of its
doings. Both the Tsrna Ruka (Black Hand) and larodna Odbrana
(National Defence) societies had a free hand. The Carnegie Report
tells: "The population at Uskub called their station the Black
House, from the name of the League itself, The Black Hand. The worst
crimes were committed by this organization, known to all the world,
and under powerful protection. It was of distinct advantage to the
regular government to have under its hand an irresponsible power
like this, which soon became all powerful, and could be disowned if
necessary. . . . Our records are full of depositions which throw
light on the activities of these legalized brigands. Each town had
its captain. . . . Where complaints were made to the regular
authorities they pretended to know nothing, or, if the person were
obscure, punished him. If he were a personage, as for example the
Archbishop of Veles, the bands were sent from the town down to the
villages, only to be replaced immediately by bands from Uskub."

In February 1914 I received a letter from Monastir, from my former
dragoman of 1904. Since then he had worked for years for a
well-known Greek firm in India, and returned invalided home to
Monastir just before the first Balkan war broke out From him I had
heard of the first joy of the populace when the Turkish army fled
before the invading Serb, and then of the speedy revulsion of
feeling when they found that the Serb came not as a liberator, but
as a conqueror. In January 1914 he wrote: "Hardly a year has elapsed
since Monastir fell into Servian hands, and this very short period
has been enough to turn it into a desert city." And he detailed the
reasons.

In February, 1914, he wrote: "I write from Monastir,  or I should
say Bitoli, for there is no city of the name of Monastir in the vast
Serbian Empire whose Emperor, Peter Karageorgevitch is daily wheting
(sic) his sword sharp in order to be able to inflict a death-blow on
the old Austrian Emperor. The conquest of Bosnia and Herzegovina and
the creation of a vast and powerful Serbian Empire, even mightier
than that of Dushan, is occupying the minds of all army men. . . .
Travelling from Salonika to Monastir one is struck with the fewness
of the passengers . . . where have all these people gone? The
average number does not exceed ten, against hundreds in Turkish
times. It is roughly estimated twenty thousand persons have
emigrated from Monastir. . . . Taxes are tremendous; this city must
pay a war tax of 1,000,000 francs. We see we have only exchanged a
bad rule for a worse rule. This amount will go to the War Office,
for in Serbia the army has twofold duties--to rule and to fight.
There is hardly any other country in the world where military men
have concentrated such a great power in their hands. The King and
the civil authorities, needs must comply with the wishes of the
officers. The Serbian officer has no respect for any one, and
Albanian subjects, natives of Elbasan and Koritza, are enlisted by
force in the army. And when Mr. ----- interfered on behalf of a man
from Koritza, saying that they compelled people to complain to the
foreign consuls, the recruiting officer replied: 'We shall imprison
every blessed man who steps over the threshold of a consulate. You
mean to say you will go to that big idiot the British consul. That
fool of a consul must think himself very lucky for England is a
friendly power, otherwise we would have killed him!'" He had, in
fact, reported their conduct, and they seem to have been aware of
this. The letter continues: "You cannot but pity us who are ruled by
such men. . . . The only thing they are interested in is to collect
taxes and to send gendarmes from house to house telling people that
if they do not send their children to Serbian schools they will be
punished. Of vino and beer they drink abundance. 'Bozhe, Bozhe, bez
vino ne se mozhe!' . . . Corruption in all branches of the
administration Is the essence of Serbian rule."

This picture, corroborating as it does the Carnegie Report of the
"government within a government," is the more valuable, as it is
evident that early in 1914 the writer had heard the plans for a
"death-blow to the Austrian Emperor" discussed. Possibly his death
and not that of his heir was first intended. The Serbs seem to have
been so sure of Entente support that even the adverse reports of a
consul had no terrors for them.

It was the last letter I had from the writer. He is dead, the bright
and honest boy who used to discuss endlessly to me the happy land
that Macedonia would be if once "freed from the Turk." From
Montenegro news was no better. I learnt of the boycott of the
Albanian population of Podgoritza--the people who, in fact, carried
on most of the trade of Montenegro, and heard: "As to the Moslems
there is a regular exodus of them from the 'liberated' country. Four
thousand have gone, four thousand five hundred are in process of
going, and two to three thousand more are to go as soon as
possible." The unfortunate tribes of Hoti and Gruda been handed over
to Montenegro and devastated.

It was reported that Prince Mirko was out of his mind, and Princess
Natalie had definitely left him and claimed the children
--Montenegro's only heirs.

Meanwhile the Powers could not longer delay the election of a Prince
for Albania.

The combined efforts of France and Russia had whittled down Albania
to nearly half her size, and had made a very cruel frontier, whereby
all the populations of a wide mountain tract were cut off from their
market town, Djakovo. The Dibra refugees were still camped in
Albania, and the Prince hoped for as a Messiah still did not come.
Prince Arthur of Connaught was the desire of the Albanians. "Give us
even your King's youngest son," they said, "and we shall be safe. No
one will dare attack us."

Essad now insisted on being a member of the provisional government.
All feared him. None wanted him. He started a government of his own
at Durazzo. In February the British and German Commissioners went
there. Sir Harry Lamb worked hard on Albania's behalf, and did all
he could to establish her safely. "The Albanians," he once said to
me, "are the only Balkan race which ever tells the truth." He and
the German tried to persuade Essad to resign, but he refused, and as
he had an armed force at his command, the Commission' thought it
risky to press him. He undertook to meet the Commission later at
Valona. Ismail Kemal asked the Commission to take over the
government till a Prince should arrive, and resigned. Essad then was
induced to resign by being promised he should be president of the
delegation which was to meet the newly-elected Prince, of Wied.
After months of squabbling the Powers in their united wisdom had
chosen this man. Why, it is hard to see. The feelings of the
Albanians were not considered. Even Sir Edward Grey said: "The
primary thing was to preserve agreement between the Powers
themselves." The infant state of Albania was to be flung to the
wolves to save its elders.

It was decided that Albania should be governed by a Prince elected
by the Powers; that it should enjoy perpetual neutrality under the
collective guarantee of the Powers, and that these six Powers should
be represented in Albania by an International Commission, with one
Albanian on it. Dutch officers were to train the gendarmerie. On
paper it looked well. But France raised Albania's worst enemy,
Krajevsky, from Vice-consul to International Commissioner. France
was represented thus by a Levantine Slav. Italy, too, selected a
Levantine, Aliotti, to carry out her schemes at Durazzo. Only
England and Germany were acting honestly.

Essad Pasha began to move soon. He demanded that the provisional
government should be removed to Durazzo, where it would be in his
power, and where he had two partners, the Montenegrin Gjurashkovitch
and the Greek bishop. The International Commission chose Valona as
its seat.

Meanwhile Scutari was ruled by the International force separately.
The Powers had thus given two international governments to Albania.
One with plenty of force and very limited jurisdiction, and the
other with wide jurisdiction and no force. And there was also the
little provisional Albanian government. The Prince was an officer
with a limited military mind, and without experience of the Near
East. His one qualification for the post was that he was "the nephew
of his aunt," Carmen Sylva of Roumania, and she pressed his
candidature. The true reason for his unanimous selection was
probably that the Powers who had planned Albania's destruction knew
him to be a man of little ability, and therefore the more easily to
be got rid of. France and Russia were combined to overthrow him,
even while agreeing to his election.

When Greece and Bulgaria were respectively liberated and put under a
foreign Prince, he was given in each case sufficient military force
to maintain order till a native army should be organized. In the
case of Albania it was arranged that he should be provided with no
armed force--otherwise he would be difficult to evict. The
International forces in Scutari were to squat there and look on.
Essad Pasha was the agent of the Italians, Serbs, and French, and
intrigued, so soon as the Prince was appointed, to obtain power over
him. He bargained to be one of those who went to invite the Prince
to Albania, and, accompanied by a party of Albanians, many of them
better men than himself, he went to Neu Wied. How he contrived to
worm himself into the Prince's confidence is a mystery. But he did,
and in a luckless moment for the Prince, induced him to make Durazzo
his capital. There he would be completely in the hands of Essad. He
was welcomed at Durazzo by rejoicing Albanians, who knew nothing of
the sinister plots of the Powers. But his fate was already sealed.
The tale of William of Wied is among the most sordid that the Powers
have woven.

Only an extremely able man could have forced his way through the
mesh of intrigue which surrounded him. Already, in February, he had
been warned in Austria to have no dealings with Essad. The "end soon
began."

A Prince having been appointed, the Powers notified the Greeks they
must evacuate South Albania within the limits drawn by the Frontier
Commission. Members of this Commission told of the amazing series of
tricks by which Greek agents had tried to hoodwink them. Wherever
the Greeks had a school they dragged out a cartload of little
children bidden to sing or shout in Greek. They tried to steer the
Commission away from places which knew no Greek, and in one place
actually shut up the women in a house for they could speak nothing
but Albanian. Greek soldiers, while pretending to tell people not to
make a noise, threatened them with punishment if they did not shout
for Greece. They even imported Greeks, and dumped them on the path
of the Commission. And ordered people, under threat of flogging, to
paint their houses blue and white--the Greek colours. But they
overacted the part so badly that in many cases they succeeded only
in disgusting the Commissioners. At Borova a number of school
children were sent to play in front of the house where the
Commission was, and ordered to speak Greek only. Signor Labia, the
Italian commissioner, threw out a handful of coppers. In their rush
to pick up the money the poor children forgot their orders, and
disputed aloud in their mother tongue--Albanian, to the amusement of
the Commission, which, disgusted by these tricks, drew a frontier
which gave the Albanians less than they had hoped for, but very much
more than the Greeks had intended. These hastened to make another
grab at the land, and sent Zographos, formerly Greek Minister for
Foreign Affairs, and a gang of Greek officials to South Albania to
claim it as Greek, and appoint themselves as the "Provisional
Government of Epirus." A Greek colonel was made War Minister to this
so-called government, and a Greek member of Parliament, Karapanos,
was its Minister for Foreign Affairs. An American called Duncan, who
had a Greek wife and went about dressed mainly in bath towels,
collected much money, incited the people to resist Wied, armed them,
and urged them to a fratricidal war. The Greek Government denied all
connection with this "provisional government," just as the Serb
Government has always denied responsibility for and knowledge of the
deeds of the Black Hand.

At the command of the Powers the Greek regular army was obliged to
evacuate the occupied districts. It departed from Koritza, but left
a so-called hospital of wounded "not fit to be moved," and joined it
to the Greek frontier by a telephone. Much of the army, however,
remained in out-of-the-way spots, removing and concealing their
insignia, so that the Greek Government might be able to deny that
they were soldiers.

Formally the Greeks handed over Koritza to the Dutch gendarmerie
officers under the International Control, on March 1, 1914. Had the
Powers meant honestly by Albania they would have sent a force to
clear the land of the lurking Greek bands of soldiery. But in spite
of several questions asked in the House of Commons, Cretan and Greek
komitadjis continued to land at Santa Quaranta, the Greek Government
persistently denying all knowledge. "There are none so blind as
those that won't see."

Such was the state of things when Prince zu Wied landed at Durazzo
on March 7th. Had he at once made a journey throughout his domain,
gone to Koritza via Berat and Elbasan, and claimed it as his, he
might have triumphed. But it was Essad's business, as agent of
Albania's enemies, to keep the Prince in Durazzo till the plans for
his eviction were matured.

The International Control Commissioners handed over their authority
to the Prince, and he, to the general dismay of the Albanians,
appointed Essad War Minister, thus putting the armaments into his
hands.

All this news seemed to me very bad. I was detained in London. My
book on the war, The Struggle for Scutari, was finished, but my
publisher was bent on keeping it for the autumn publishing season. I
stood out for immediate publication in May. He said: "You know
nothing about publishing." I said: "You do not know the state of the
Near East. Anything may happen by October."

I offered to risk having no payment at all for it. It came out in
May, and the thing that happened before October (Yougourieff's date)
was bigger than even the shouts of the Montenegrins in 1913 had led
me to expect.

Meanwhile the Greek "wounded" at Koritza telephoned for medical
comforts, and the Greek Bishop sprang his plot. The "medicine"
arrived in the form of armed bands and weapons. The Greek "wounded,"
the Bishop's servants, and a band of Grecophile students made an
attack within the town on the night of April 11th, and the bands of
lurking Greek soldiers attacked from without. Koritza was taken by
surprise, was not well armed, and had but fifty newly trained
gendarmes, commanded by the Dutch officers. Nevertheless the town
put up a gallant resistance. Reinforcements arrived, and the
Albanians "rushed" the house of the Bishop and carried him off a
prisoner to Elbasan, along with a number of Greek soldiers, who
readily gave their names and regiments, and told of the orders they
had received. They had long been kept in readiness on the frontier.
The Greek Government, as usual, declared the men must all be
deserters, over which it had no control, which, at best, was a poor
compliment to the Greek army, and did not explain how the
"deserters" became possessed of artillery and ammunition.

The Greeks, furious at being beaten out of Koritza, avenged
themselves on their retreat by committing outrages and burning
villages. The Albanians drove back the Greeks to Argyrokastro, and
would have chased them over the border had not the Greek General
Papoulias come to the aid of his compatriots with large
reinforcements and artillery. The Greek Government still "knew
nothing" about the actions of its officers.

It is to be hoped that a future League of Nations will be in
readiness to investigate at once similar occurrences, and that
"ignorance" on the part of a government shall not be accepted as
innocence without full inquiry. In this case the Albanians had no
tribunal before which to present their case. The invading Greeks
burnt and sacked numbers of villages, and destroyed the town of
Leskoviki, committing at the same time terrible atrocities.

The International Commissioners went to Corfu to meet the Greeks and
arrange peace. The Greeks were told to evacuate the district
delimited by the Frontier Commission, and certain privileges were
accorded to the very few Greeks it contained.

I learnt from Dr. Totirtoulis and others the following facts about
the so-called "Epirote" government of Zographos. The plan was made
in Paris, for, as Krajevsky had declaimed, France did not mean
Albania to exist. The Greeks brought some Greeks from America and
presented them to Cambon, and, it is believed, to Sir Edward Grey
also, saying that they were "Epirotes." The Greek society in Paris
was a strong one, and pushed them. Cambon, in November, advised them
to form an independent government, which was done, as we have shown.
Mr. Lamb (now Sir Harry) told me that at Corfu he told Zographos to
his face that most of his "Epirotes" were Cretans, and that the mere
fact that a Greek ex-minister of Foreign Affairs was running this
"independent government" and trying to dictate terms, was enough in
itself to "give the whole show away," but for the fact that certain
Powers were determined not to see.

The Albanians in the defence of their land had been much hampered by
shortage of ammunition, though quantities had been sent from
Durazzo. It never reached Koritza, for Essad, who was Minister of
War, diverted if for his own purposes. He was in league with the
Serbo-Greek combine, and did not mean the Albanians of the South to
win. He was hated by all the South for his conduct when commanding
gendarmerie in Janina, and also for betraying Scutari. He knew that
a victory for the South meant ruin for him.

A rumour rose soon that the ammunition had gone up to Essad's town,
Tirana, and that there was unrest at Shiak, a village on the road
leading there. Mr. Lamb and the German commissioner hastened to
Durazzo. The foul play over the munitions convinced the Nationalist
Albanians that Essad was brewing mischief. Unless he was preparing a
coup against the Prince, he could have no need of a private munition
store. Information was given to the Prince, who had him arrested by
the Dutch gendarmes and a band of Nationalists on the night of May
18th. A few shots were fired amid shouts of "Down with the
tyrant." He was arrested by the Dutch officer in command, and taken
first to the palace, and then to the Austrian battleship Szigetvar.
Essad was, as most folk knew, the agent of the combine against
Austria and Germany. Italy was ready to partition Albania between
the Greeks and Serbs, rather than let Austria gain power there. Now
she has realized that the Slav is her enemy, but then, in May 1914,
she was furious at Essad's arrest, and demanded his release. The
correct course was to try and, if guilty, execute him. But trial
would have meant conviction, and Italy would not hear of it. The
Italian and Austrian battleships cleared for action, though the
Powers had neutralized the Albanian coast. For twenty-four hours the
position was precarious, but Austria once more swallowed her pride
and yielded--this time to Italy. The Prince surrendered Essad to the
Italians on condition that he did not return to Albania. With
amazing effrontery the Italians took him to Rome and feted him in
such a way as to make it clear they were rewarding him for his
action.

Italy's conduct as a member of the Triple Alliance was in the
highest degree insulting to her allies, and can be explained only by
supposing that for the sake of the Adriatic she was ready to stab
them on the first opportunity.

It was soon plain that the report of a prepared rising was true.
Armed men were concentrating at Shiak on the road to Tirana.

The ignorant Moslem inhabitants had been told that the Prince meant
to abolish Islam and promote incestuous marriages, and bidden to
demand his immediate withdrawal. There were also the mass of
refugees from  Dibra and Gostivar. They had passed the winter
wretchedly enough, and were told that if they would combine and
drive out Wied the Serbs would restore to them their lost lands. In
vain the American missionaries warned them not to believe this.
Dibra was their one hope and desire.

A party of armed men, led by one of the Dutch officers, went to
parley with the insurgents, and took a machine gun. Unluckily,
Captain Saar was ignorant of local customs. He and his party were
unduly nervous, for when an Albanian has given his "besa" (peace
oath) he keeps it. Alarmed unnecessarily, he ordered his men to fire
at a group of three armed men. One escaped, fled to Shiak, and
spread the alarm that the Prince had begun to massacre Moslems. A
number of people rushed to aid the Shiak men, and a fight took
place. How much foreign influence was behind it all it is hard to
say. That Italy was not unconcerned in it seems proved by the fact
that the Italian representative at Durazzo at once hurried to
convince the Prince that he was in imminent danger, and persuaded
him to go on board an Italian battleship. The Italians may have
believed that the plot, engineered by Essad, was sure of success.
Other members of the International Control persuaded the Prince to
return to land. But by his flight he had hopelessly compromised his
position.

That Italy was mixed in the affair appeared a little later. Red
signal lights were seen flashing to the insurgents from a house in
Durazzo by many persons, among them the British Vice-Consul.
Lieutenant Fabius, of the Dutch gendai'merie, entered the house and
caught an Italian officer, Colonel Muricchio, red-lamp-handed. Again
no trial was allowed. It was pleaded that the Capitulations had not
been abrogated! And the officer was released. We may blame Wied for
incompetency, but only a man of unusual force of character and
intimate knowledge of the land could have made headway against the
Powers combined against him.

All this I learnt from members of the International Control, from
the Dutch officers, from the Albanians, from the American
Missionaries, and from some private individuals.

That the rising was planned and the ammunition embezzled by Essad
and his gang hardly admits of doubt.

On June 8, 1914, I reached Trieste. Here our vice-consul, M.
Salvari, himself an Albanian, was very anxious about the situation.
I had intended going to Scutari, but he begged me to go to Durazzo,
where I arrived on June 11th. On board the boat I met Mr John
Corbett, who had lately been in South Albania, and said it was
nonsense of the Greeks to pretend no Greek troops had remained there
as he had seen parties of them in many places, and had seen money
being collected in Corfu to aid Zographos's enterprise. Durazzo was
crammed with people of all races. Fighting had ceased, but a large
force of armed men was some miles outside the town and negotiations
were going on. Dr. Dillon, the well-known correspondent, was there,
and his strong Russian proclivities caused much anxiety, more
especially as he and his young wife had been staying with Essad
shortly before his arrest. The Russian agents were suspected of
taking active part in the anti-Wied intrigues, and the correspondent
of the Birzhevije Viedomosti was in Durazzo and on friendly terms
with Dr. Dillon. The Russian, Olghinsky, I had met in Andrijevitza
in 1912, when the Montenegrins were making ready for the Balkan war.
He then complained to me freely of the apathy of the Russians, and
said he and his paper were doing all they could to rouse the country
to war. His paper (Birzhevije Viedomosti) had already, in March
1914, blown the war trumpet loudly:

"Until now the Russian plan of military operations had a defensive
character; to-day it is known that the Russian army will, on the
other hand, play an active part. . . . Our artillery possesses guns
which are in no respect inferior to foreign models. Our coast and
fortification guns are even superior to those of other states. Our
artillery will no longer have to complain of want of ammunition. The
teachings of the past have fallen on fruitful soil. Military
automobile service has reached a high degree of perfection . . . all
our military units have telephonic appliances."

More details are given, and the writer says: "It is important that
Russian public opinion be conscious that the country is prepared for
all possibilities." Yougourieff had given October as the date when
"we should be ready for our great war." The Birzhevije Viedomosti
said all was ready in March. To find Dr. Dillon, an avowed partisan
of Russia, in company with a correspondent of Birzhevije Viedomosti,
supporting Essad in Durazzo, was a sinister omen. He protested
Essad's innocence to me, but had no proof to offer save that Essad
was in bed when arrested, and that no documentary evidence was
found. The first proved only that the rising was not timed for that
night. The second was valueless in a land where few could write and
messages go from mouth to mouth. Subsequent events have proved that
Essad, as we suspected, was a Serb agent.

During the following days very bad news came from the South.
Eye-witnesses gave evidence of the Greeks' atrocities. It was
generally  believed that as Italy was determined to keep the Greek
islands, she was conniving at the Greeks finding compensation at
Albania's expense.

 At the house of Dom Nikola Kaciorri, a plucky little Catholic
priest, I found an Orthodox Albanian priest from Meljani, near
Leskoviki, who told how the Greeks had burnt his village and ordered
all those who belonged to the Orthodox Church to come along with
them, using force to make them, and falling on those who refused.
They had driven a number along before them, including his wife and
children, whom he could not rescue. He told how the Greeks had given
the inhabitants of Odrichan permission to return to it, and had then
fallen on them and slaughtered them. Mr. Lamb ascertained that this
man's wife and children were alive, but the Greeks refused to give
them up.

Almost as soon as I arrived I was invited to have an audience with
the Princess of Wied. She was very friendly, and much distressed by
the web of intrigue in which she found herself tied. I regretted
that she and the Prince had fallen into the wrong hands, and begged
her to go to Valona or Scutari, and at once start a tour through the
land. I offered to go with her, and assured her safe conduct, saying
all misunderstanding would have been avoided had she and the Prince
made such a journey on arrival. She said she had wished to, but that
Essad always advised against it. I spoke to her of the
Russo-Serbo-French-Italian combine, and said the Albanians wanted
none of it, and that she could yet have the whole country on her
side But she continually quoted the advice of. Carmen Sylva, Queen
of Roumania, till I had to say: "Yes, ma'am. But Albania is not
Roumania. Here you will do much better by appealing direct to the
people." I left promising to support her to the best of my ability.
She struck me as honest, intelligent, and very well-meaning. She
would have made a good Queen for the country had she been given a
chance, and might have done as much for it as did Carmen Sylva for
Roumania.

That same day Mr. Lamb told me that the inhabitants of three Moslem
villages, Nenati, Mercati, and Konispoli, recently burnt by the
Greeks, had sent to beg help, and asked me if I would go and
investigate.

That night, June 12th, came a fresh development. The Dutch
gendarmerie arrested Gjurashkovitch, the Montenegrin, who had still
been allowed to function as Mayor of the town, to which he had been
appointed in Turkish times. Again Albania's enemies stood up for
him. His brother was dragoman to the Russian commissioner; Russia
claimed him as under her protection, and raised the old cry of
"Capitulations." He, too, was released. The thing was becoming a
farce. The Prince was unable to try any suspect. The Italian papers
raised choruses of blame against the Dutch gendarmerie, which at
that time was very honestly trying to do its duty. The Prince, who
was like a large, good-natured St. Bernard dog, yapped and snapped
at all round, completely confused by the din, yielded each time, and
so soon alienated the sympathy of the Dutch officers, who, as more
than one of them complained to me, got into trouble on his behalf
and then received no support.

News arrived that Osman Bali, one of the two men reported to have
assassinated Hussein Riza in Scutari, had been seen among the
insurgents, and was probably this time also acting for Essad. The
Italians put in a demand that Lieutenant Fabius, who had arrested
the Italian Colonel Muricchio, should apologize. This Fabius very
properly refused to do, and many of us supported him. I had known
him during the Balkan war, and found him a very honest boy. Italy
then demanded his dismissal. But this time the Prince stood firm.

Fachinetti, the Italian correspondent, whom I had known well during
the war of 1912-13, was also in Durazzo. In the Balkan war he had
warmly taken the part of the Albanians, and had worked with me. Now
he knew I should not approve his doings, and he kept out of my way,
dodging whenever he saw me coming. Crajevsky, too, was not pleased
to see me. He was now more pro-Slav even than the Russians, and as
he had been more Turk than the Turks only two years before, he must
have known that his volte face was, to me, rather comical. And he is
the kind of man that does not like being thought funny.

Colonel Thompson, who was commanding the Dutch gendarmes, met me and
told me that he was going to =give an ultimatum to the insurgents in
the next few days, and asked me to call at eleven next morning and
talk the matter over with him. I never did. That night things seemed
shaky. I overheard Fachinetti, whose room was next mine, tell the
landlord to knock him up if anything happened. So I did very little
undressing, thinking he was probably behind some plot. I put my
boots handy, and laid down as I was, for a bit of sleep, and jumped
up to the sound of rifle fire as the landlord banged on Fachinetti's
door. Sharp firing sounded close. I dashed out so soon as I could
lace my boots, and went down to the entrance of the town where
Fabius was in great haste serving out ammunition from the depot
there. He begged me not to go out towards the scene of the fight, as
he suspected the Italians, and wanted to give an order that no
foreigner should leave the town. Up rushed the Italians, greatly
excited, and were headed back by Fabius. I told them I, too, was
forbidden to go, and we sent them back. We got the artillery
ammunition on donkeys and sent it up the hill. Dutch and Austrian
officers were to serve the guns. A wounded Albanian, crying feebly
"Rrnoft Mbreti" (Long live the King), was carried by on a stretcher,
and one of the bearers whispered to Fabius: "Thompson is hit. I fear
he is dead." To lose the commander in the first hour of the fight
was a terrible blow. Fabius begged me to tell no one. Later, Arthur
Moore, The Times correspondent, came and told how poor Thompson had
been struck down and died almost immediately in his arms in a hut by
the wayside.

Too many battle books have been written of late, so I will not
describe the fighting In the afternoon. I was under cover behind a
bank on the top of the hill with Mr. Corbett when the Prince came up
on horseback with a small suite. He dismounted and climbed the bank,
a tall, lean man, worn and anxious, with a yellow-white face as from
a touch of fever. We called to him he had better take cover as the
bullets came over pretty often. He looked dazed and stupefied. I
said: "A bullet has just cut down that plant, Sir!" pointing to one
close by. He roused himself, mounted, and rode away. Our side soon
got the upper hand, and all danger of the town being rushed seemed
over.

Meanwhile, within the town, the Italians did all they could to
create a panic. They built rubbishy barricades, and annoyed me by
making one across the street near the hotel door. I pulled it down
so as to be able to get in and out easily. The officer was very
angry. I explained that the town was not his to barricade, and if it
were it was no good to build a barricade there, as men behind it
could only fire into the house opposite. Which made him the more
angry, because it was true, and the thing a mere dummy to scare
people. So sure were the Italians that they were 'going to get the
town taken this time that the correspondents wrote gory accounts of
its capture and the slaughter of the inhabitants, and sent them to
Italy, where they were published. I do not now believe in Italian
correspondents every time.

The Russians were as bad as the Italians. They, too, hoped for the
fall of the town.

The Russian secretary was a typical ultra-neurotic Slav. Could not
exist, he told me, without operas, ballets, and "stir tout des
Emotions." Was horribly vexed that the Albanian Nationalist party
proved so strong, and that Albania had not yet been overthrown. In
order to keep himself alive meanwhile in this miserable hole he
tried to get people to play bridge with him for as high stakes as
possible. And this did not suffice him. He told me that having run
through all the sensations of life he thought of committing suicide.

"Why don't you, then, Monsieur?" I asked enthusiastically. "No one
will regret you. Suicide yourself, I beg you, quickly!" Which so
infuriated him that I dare say he is alive still. It roused him to
an attack on the English, who, he said, were ruining civilization by
the way they treated the Jews. I retorted by hoping that the
terrible accounts we had had of Jewish pogroms were exaggerated.
"Exaggerated!" cried he. "You may believe everything you have heard.
Nothing is bad enough or too bad for those brutes."

"You have no  right," said I, "to speak so of any human beings."

"Human beings!" cried he. "What you English must learn is that they
are not human beings. They are bugs, and must be cr-r-rushed."

This is a mere detail. But what sort of peace can be expected when
men such as this are in the diplomatic service helping to pull the
strings?

At night the heat was terrible. The motionless air was shrill with
mosquitoes from the fever swamps. The Italian forces were camped
just under my window and he stench of unwashed men and sweaty
uniforms penetrated the miserable garret I slept in with suffocating
acridity. I lay awake for hours thinking of the fate of thousands of
human beings dependent on such men as Petar Karageorgevitch, with
his blood-stained hands; his hoary father-in-law, Nikola, weaving
spider webs; the decadent Russian, fanatical and cruel; the
Levantine Slav, agent of France; the Italians like a pack in full
cry with the victim in sight; the Greek Varatassi mainly playing
bridge, but plotting behind the scenes with the Greek bishop, and
probably with Essad too. All bent on war, and meaning to have it in
some form.

Only Mr. Lamb and the German commissioner were playing straight. On
16th H.M.S. Defence and Admiral Troubridge arrived. Fighting went
on, on and off, for the next few days. The Russian correspondent
chuckled indecently over the Albanian wounded. On the 20th a
deputation of townsfolk went to try and make terms with the
insurgents. From the messages they brought it was clear that the
luckless Albanians without the town were being used as cat's paw by
more than one Power. A truce was called, and the insurgents asked to
give up their arms and leaders. They replied they would yield their
arms, but not their leaders. Who the leaders were remained a
mystery.

While the armistice lasted at Durazzo the insurgents began to march
to other places. No other town was armed. The people in vain asked
what it was all about, and what the Powers wanted them to do. The
Russian Vice-consul at Valona sent messages about to say that the
Powers would be very angry if they fought on the side of Wied, The
Albanians did not want to fight each other. Towns at once
surrendered to the insurgents. The police changed their badges and
business went on as usual. The populace did not want civil war, and
continued to believe that the Powers would keep their promises. News
then came that the Greeks were massing on the frontier ready to
again fall on Koritza.

The insurgents now sent a message into Durazzo that they wanted to
parley with an Englishman. They believed in England. General
Phillips came from Scutari and went to meet them. He reported that
the leaders were certainly not Albanians, and that they had refused
to give their names. One was a Greek priest.

The game of the Greeks, then, was to incite the Moslems to ask for a
Moslem ruler. With this in view they blackened Wied as an
"anti-Moslem," hoping thus to split Albania and more easily destroy
it.

One of the chief spokesmen said to General Phillips: "In England
there is a Liberal Government. Many of you do not like it, but you
must accept it because it is the will of the majority. We are the
majority here, and we will have a Moslem Prince." This man the
General "believed to be a Young Turk leader disguised." He asked why
they objected to Wied, and they replied: "Because he is against our
religion!" which was entirely untrue. And they added that they could
easily take Durazzo because they knew that the international
battleships off the coast had orders not to fire. In the end General
Phillips made a strong appeal to them to cease this foolish warfare
and accept Wied as the choice of Europe.

The Albanian crowd, he reported, appeared to agree and to be anxious
to come to terms. But the five foreign leaders stuck out. And the
ignorant crowd which believed that by following these leaders they
would regain Dibra and other districts finally refused to come to
terms.

Mr. Lamb also made a vain attempt to obtain the names of these
leaders, and they obstinately refused to come into Durazzo to
discuss terms with the Commissioners and the Prince. Nor would they
permit any delegates to come. The Mirdite and Maltsor reinforcements
who arrived were all reluctant to fight. "We are not in blood with
these people," they said, "Why should we fight them?" We had a
number of the enemy wounded in our hospitals along with our own men.
They were most grateful for the care bestowed upon "them, and bore
no ill-will at all. It was sadly true that these poor people were
being killed and wounded, offered as human sacrifices at the altar
of the rival ambitions of the Entente and the Central Powers.

The Breslau, since notorious, and a Russian warship now arrived.
There were many Germans, both military and civilian, in the town,
and the Germans and English worked together in the hospital. The
surgeon, from the Russian warship, claimed the right to work in the
English hospital as a member of the Entente. But as he proposed to
give an anaesthetic to a man whose arm we had promised not to
amputate, and then to take it off, we got rid of him in spite of his
protests that a promise to "an animal like that" did not count.

I took my meals very often with the Germans, and we discussed often
the danger caused to Europe by the Anglo-Russian Alliance. I said
that though I believed Russia was heading for war I was sure we
should not support her, and we drank to a speedy Anglo-German
alliance. They were disgusted with Wied's folly, and said the Kaiser
had been reluctant to appoint him, but had been over-persuaded by
Carmen Sylva. They took me on board the Breslau, where I was
received with great cordiality, and the captain, who took me on to
the bridge, said his ship for her size was one of the fastest.

On Sunday, June 28th, I was having tea with Mr. and Mrs. Lamb, when
we saw Admiral Troubridge climbing the hill towards us. He came into
the house very hot, and said almost at once: "I have come to tell
you our wireless has picked up a bit of a message. The Archduke
Franz Ferdinand has been murdered at Serajevo. Just that!"

My first idea was: "They have done what they said they would last
year. They have begun in Bosnia."

I said to Mr. Lamb: "This means war, doesn't it?"

He replied: "Not necessarily." And seemed surprised. His manner
reassured me. But unless very strong pressure were brought to bear,
I could not see how war between the Slavs and Austria could be
avoided, for "we the Russian army with us" was part of the
programme.

No official confirmation of the news came till next day.

That the Serbo-Greek combine expected to have more than the Russian
army to support it seemed shown by a remarkable letter the insurgent
leaders wrote to Berat, advising the town to surrender, because "we
are supported by the Triple Entente." Berat, however, refused to
surrender.

The insurgents sent a message to Durazzo that they were willing to
be ruled by the International Commissioners if Wied were dismissed.

Terrible rumours came as to what was happening at Koritza. A force
of Albanians went to its defence, led by Dutch officers. Greeks were
pouring in over the border. At the same time it was said that Essad
was returning to Tirana via Serbia, and meant to proclaim himself as
Prince. No one wanted him.

On July 11th came a telegram from Berat. "With heart full of grief I
send the bad news that Koritza, after two days' fight, has fallen
into the hands of the enemy. More than fifty thousand people are
coming away. Take measures for these unfortunates. The Greek army is
spreading on all sides, killing, and burning, and turning into ashes
every Albanian place it enters."

The Albanians were aghast. The Nationalists had all trusted Wied and
the Powers. Without artillery and short of ammunition, with no
trained army and no officers save the Dutchmen, they had done their
best. The "insurrection" had been engineered by Albania's enemies
for the express purpose, among others, of giving a door by which the
Greeks could enter. Not until the Greeks began the wholesale
destruction of Moslems and their villages, accompanied by every kind
of atrocity, did the luckless Moslems of Tirana realize how they had
been tricked.

On July 13th I went at Mr. Lamb's request to Valona to examine into
the number and condition of the refugees. I have no space to
describe the horrors of the next few weeks. The Dutch officers, who
had flung away their uniforms and bolted down to Valona in civilian
dress before the Greek onrush, gave terrible accounts of the mass of
struggling refugees in their flight across the mountains; the dead
and dying children en route; the aged falling by the wayside; the
jam of desperate creatures in a pass; the hideous cruelties of the
advancing Greeks. It had been impossible, said the Dutch officers,
to hold Koritza with irregular troops against an army with
artillery. The Greeks burned as they advanced, and burnt Tepelcni
and all the villages near it.

The refugees crawled into Valona in the last stages of exhaustion,
thousands and thousands of them, and lay about under the trees in
all the surrounding country. Food and shelter there was none. The
heat was overwhelming. I look back on it as a nightmare of agony. In
a century of repentance the Greeks cannot expiate the abominable
crime of those weeks.

Mr. Lamb telegraphed to appoint me as English representative on an
international relief committee, which consisted of the Italian and
Austrian Consuls, the Russian Vice-Consul, and some of the Albanian
headmen.

I proposed at our first meeting that we should report to our
respective Governments that an international naval demonstration off
Athens should be at once made to stop this scandalous state of
things, and save the miserable victims of the Greeks.

The Russian was indignant; the other two consuls looked at their
boots, and said they would get into trouble if they did so; the
Albanians were delighted. The Austrian, an old friend of mine, told
me in private I was right, and only international intervention would
have any effect.

All Valona was Nationalist. Even the little children shouted:
"Rrnoft Mbreti!" (Note.--The spelling Mpret was invented by The
Times for reasons of its own.) The luckless refugees hoped that the
Prince, as a sort of supernatural power, would arrive with an army,
drive out the Greeks, and restore them to their homes. Numbers of
Bektashi dervishes were among them, reverend white-robed men, who
prayed me to send a special petition from them to King George, who
has so many Moslem subjects. Their rich monasteries especially had
been set on and pillaged by the andartis, and Greek fanaticism
would, they said, wipe out Bektashism from the land.

The place was a hell of misery. We dealt out maize flour and bread
in tiny rations. It was all we could do. There were by now at least
seventy thousand in and around Valona, 'more between Berat and
Valona, and more always crawling in.

One ray of hope came. On July 27th it was rumoured that Austria had
declared war on Serbia. A sort of gasp =of relief ran through the
starving, miserable refugees. A great Power, they hoped, was now
coming to their Rescue. All were aware that they owed their misery
to the Greco-Serb combine. All knew of the martyrs of Fostivar and
of Kosovo. I shall never forget the inspired enthusiasm with which
one of the headmen of Valona cried, as he raised his hands to
heaven: "God is about to avenge the innocent! The Serbs will be
punished for their crimes!" He was an Ipek man, and knew too well
what those crimes were.

A letter came to me from England from a man versed in military
matters, suggesting a line of attack, and urging the Albanians to
hasten at once to Kosovo and take the Serbs in the rear, should
Austria attack in the front. No official news of any kind or sort
came through. The Italian consul had no news, the Austrian none
since the news that the Serajevo murderers had confessed that they
and their bombs had come from Belgrade, and the latter had been
supplied by a Serbian officer, and that the Belgrade papers approved
the crime. To me it appeared that the affair was similar to the
attempt on King Nikola in 1907. I said: "I suppose Russia is mixed
up in this?" The Consul said: "Probably. We shall insist on a very
complete investigation as to all the guilty parties."

Meanwhile, it was daily clearer that the refugees could not remain
in the terrible heat and fever-laden atmosphere of the Valona
plains. They were doomed to die in that case. Small-pox as well as
malaria had broken out. It was barely possible to feed the poor
creatures, let alone give them quinine. One lump of bread per head
per day was all we could manage. I laughed bitterly later on when I
was called on to sympathize with Belgians who, after a short though
uncomfortable journey, had arrived in England and were living like
fighting cocks.

At the last meeting of the Relief Committee we decided we must try
and move them to higher land. The question was, where was the Greek
army? Could any of the refugees return in safety to their burnt
villages, or, at least, cut the corn that must now be ripe? The
three consuls said it was impossible for them to spy the Greek
position as, if caught, they would get into political trouble. Nor
could Albanians be sent, for fear of starting fighting and bringing
the Greeks down on Valona.

I therefore volunteered to go myself, if provided with a guide to
take me up to the limit held by the Albanians. Ernst Gorlitz, a very
friendly youth, of whom I had seen a good deal, and who was acting
as correspondent to the Deutsches Tages Zefamg, came  at the last
minute and asked if he might accompany me, and I gladly consented,
as he would be another witness. We started early on July 31st.
Neither of us had the least idea of what was going on outside. It
was a terrible ride. All along the track were camps of miserable
beings, who hailed us as angels come to save them. Poor young
Gorlitz, who had never done refugee work, was almost broken down by
it. He cried at intervals: "It is the work of Huns--Huns. We must
expose the Greeks to all Europe." At Skozi we found an almost
desperate Kaimmakam trying to cope with 7,000 refugees in most
miserable condition. He warned us to be careful, as the Greeks were
not far off, and were still burning villages. We promised to make a
united appeal in Berlin and in London, and do all we could to rouse
European indignation. Gfirlitz was so upset he could not sleep, and
looked bad when we started at dawn next day. We reached the last
Albanian outpost beyond Thembla, and there left our horses. Gorlitz
and I then scrambled along the mountain till on the opposite side of
a deep valley we could see clearly with his field-glasses the camp
of the Greek outposts, their tents and the men in khaki uniforms. It
was a regular camp with military tents, and completely refuted the
Greek lie that "Epirote insurgents" and not Greek regulars were
concerned.

We had attained our object. All the mountain side was covered with
black patches. The fields of the standing corn we had hoped to reap,
the Greeks had burnt to ensure the starvation of the population. It
was growing late. To advance further would mean we could not get
back that night. We might also be arrested and detained too long to
be able to act efficiently. We decided to return to Thembla, and
next day make a forced ride to Valona. Starting about 5 a.m. we
arrived tired and dirty at Balona rather after 8 p.m., and
dismounted at my inn. Gorlitz said he would sup with me. Returning
to the dining-room after a "wash and brush up," I found him
collapsed with his head in his arms on the table. "What is the
matter? Are you ill?" I asked anxiously. He looked up with horror on
his face, and half-stunned.

"Russia has mobilized, and we have mobilized, too. They have all
gone!" he said. I was thunderstruck. All the Germans had left
Valona. Possibly the steamboat service would cease. Gorlitz was in
despair, as if he could not get away he might be reckoned a
deserter.

"And I shall never see my father again," he said. "He is on the
Russian frontier. They will have killed him before I can get back."
We went to the post office the first thing next morning, but as the
boats from Trieste had stopped running, his remittance from his
paper had not arrived, and never would arrive. The Austrian consul
could advance no money, having barely enough for his own subjects.

A Thessalian liner was due that night, and might be the last boat
up. There was no time to lose, so I paid Gorlitz's fare and gave him
enough to see him through. Neither of us having an idea of what was
happening, I saw him off at the port, with best wishes for Germany's
rapid victory over Russia and an Anglo-German alliance. "As for us,"
I assured him, "you may be certain we shall side with the
assassins." He left. Mr. Moore, of The Times, passing Valona on his
way to Salonika, dropped at the quay a hasty scribbled note for me.
"Nothing but a miracle can now stop the biggest war in history.
Clear out while you can, or you will be cut off, money and food.
Please take this seriously." I took it to the Austrian consulate.
The Italian was there. Neither had any news. If I left, I wanted to
go to Austria. But unless a gunboat came for the consul that was not
now possible. Neither of them had any idea England would be dragged
in, and assured me I should be all right anywhere. I asked the
Italian point-blank: "Are you going to war as Austria's ally?" He
replied: "The Triple Alliance is a secret one. I do not know its
terms. But I have my own ideas about them. My opinion is that we are
not obliged to fight, and in that case we certainly shall not." A
letter arrived from Mr. Lamb at Durazzo, asking me to find the kavas
of the British Embassy at Constantinople, who, with his family, was
among the refugees burnt out by the Greeks, and send them on to
Constantinople! by the first possible boat. No mention of war or
warning.

Valona was in huge enthusiasm over the news that Belgrade was
attacked. "Now the Serbs and Russians and Austrians will have their
own affairs to attend to, and will leave us in peace!" they cried.

August 4th, the fatal day, I spent hunting up the family of the
kavas, and doing relief work.

August 5th I went to the bank and found a sort of panic. Orders had
come to close in two days. That meant no more cash for relief work
or anything. I asked for all the gold he had, and the manager let me
draw almost all the balance of my relief fund, which I distributed,
and 30 pounds for myself. More he could not give. The Italian consul
said an Italian coasting-boat would touch that night, and that as it
was impossible for me to go to Austria I had better take the kavas'
family to Brindisi and there tranship them, see the British consul,
and learn what was happening. If things were all right, I could
return and make fresh arrangements for the relief work. Without
money it was useless to stay, as the whole of the mass of wretched
sufferers would come to me for help, which I could not give. And at
10 p.m. I left for Brindisi. Shortly before the boat started an
American came on board and shouted: "They've got news at the
consulates that your people are in it, too." But I did not take it
at all seriously.

Only next day at the British consulate, after I had transhipped my
proteges and been examined for small-pox by the doctor--for I was
from an infected area--did I learn to my amazement that not only had
Great Britain declared war, but to my shame and disgust had done so
on the side of the Slav. After that I really did not care what
happened. The cup of my humiliation was full.

No more help could be got for the refugees. It was no use to go
back. The difficulty was indeed to go anywhere. I wondered which
flag would fly in Valona next time I saw it--the Austrian or the
Italian.

Had I had enough money I should have gone to the Pacific islands, or
anywhere out of the dirty squabbles of Europe. As it was, the only
thing to do was to clear out of Italy lest she should be drawn in by
the Triple Alliance. A White Star liner chartered to take off
British tourists, who were swarming down from the Tyrol and South
Germany, took about a thousand of us from Genoa on August 13th.

It was years since I had been with a large crowd of English. They
seemed to me a strange race. To me the boat was the acme of comfort,
and coolness, and cleanliness. But the bulk of my compatriots
thought they were roughing it. I thought of the seventy thousand
houseless creatures under the sun and the rain, starving on a daily
bread dole--and these people wanted two or three courses for
breakfast. None of them had seen war. None knew what a burnt village
or a rotting corpse, or a living man with his abdomen shot through
was like. None had the faintest idea of the thing that had happened.
Many would have liked, I believe, to throw me overboard when I said
that the war would last two years for certain, and how many more I
did not know. When I told them that Russia would crumple like wet
brown paper, they said I ought to be ashamed of myself. Nor when I
added that I expected to live to see England fighting the Russians
would they believe me.

And I saw the steamer as typical of England. Masses and masses of
blind people, wilfully blind, who had never even troubled to try and
find out whither they were going, but filled with an overwhelming
conceit. Some even genuinely believed the war would be nearly over
by the time we reached Liverpool. I could not help hoping we should
meet my friend the Breslau, just to bring them up against facts. "If
these are the English" I used to say to myself, "what an hell of a
mess there will be before this is finished." And the war lasted more
than two years, and we have already fought the Russians.



CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

THE YEARS OF THE WAR

THE first thing I did in London was to send back to King Petav the
Order of St Sava he had bestowed upon me, with a letter telling him
I had heard the attack upon Austria freely discussed the previous
year, and that I considered him and his people guilty of the
greatest crime in history.

I will add here only a few notes on some of the events of the next
few years which concerned the lands we have been considering. First,
I ascertained that in Cetinje the Archduke's murder was accepted
unhesitatingly as Serb work. None even suggested that any one else
had been responsible, and it was thought rather a good way of
showing patriotism. Montenegro desiring, like many greater Powers,
to obtain territory, declared war and occupied the strip of land
between the bay of Trieste and Antivari, which the Austrians
evacuated almost at once. Prince Petar led the Montenegrin force,
and to the pain and surprise of the Great Serbian party they found
that such was the reputation of the Montenegrin army that a very
large part of the Serb population fled along with the Austrians
without waiting to be "liberated." Even the Orthodox priest of
Spizza fled, and the lot of those who remained was not too happy.
Being liberated by Montenegrins is a painful process. Montenegrin
troops also crossed the Bosnian frontier, but did not get far, and
failed to carry out their boast that they were going to Serajevo.

When the great Russian retreat was taking place Montenegro began to
waver. Without Russia it was believed that the war must collapse.
Petar Plamenatz, though he had every belief in the British navy, had
none in the army. Peace was expected to ensue shortly. Montenegro
came to some arrangement with Austria, which enabled her to shift
her troops and occupy Scutari in the summer of 1915. A detachment of
the "Wounded Allies" society, which hastened to Montenegro, found
"neither wounded nor allies," so some of its members reported.

The mountain Albanians strongly resisted the Montenegrin advance,
but Scutari had been disarmed by the International Control, and was
easily taken.

The Serbs also anticipated peace, and concentrated forces in such a
position as also to be able to enter and occupy Albanian territory.

In April 1915, as we learnt later, the Powers who had guaranteed
Albania's independence, bought Italy's intervention by promising her
Albania's best port, Valona, and by the same secret Treaty bound her
over not to object should "France, Russia, and Great Britain desire
to distribute among Montenegro, Serbia, and Greece the northern and
southern portions of Albania." The Powers who rushed to war over the
violation of the Belgian Treaty, thus themselves tore up their
Treaty with Albania. Secrets usually leak out. Serbia got wind of
the Treaty in a garbled form two months later, and believed that the
whole coast down to and including Durazzo was promised to Italy.
Therefore, when it was yet possible to win Bulgaria's support by
giving her her "Alsace-Lorraine", Macedonia, the Serbs refused.
"If," said Prince Alexander to my informant, "I am to lose land in
the west, I will yield none in the east."

Another evil result was, that as we had planned the destruction of
North Albania, we could not call upon its help. In the autumn of
1915 I received a telegram from Sir Edward Grey suggesting that I
and some others who knew the land should go to North Albania and
recruit the tribesmen on our side. The frontier could thus have been
held, and the Serbian debacle prevented in all probability. But to
do this it was necessary to guarantee to the Albanians the
independence of their land, and to this Russia and France, it would
appear, refused consent. And the plan was dropped. The Serbs fled
over the mountains, where the Albanians, who had suffered much at
their hands two years previously, could have destroyed them, but
trusting to the honour of England and the Allies they let them pass
and even fed them.

In Montenegro the news of Serbia's defeat caused no undue grief. One
man's misfortune is another's luck. Montenegro might now become
top-dog.

I Was in Egypt when a Reuter telegram announced that the Austrians
had taken the Lovtchen, occupied Cetinje, and appointed as Mayor
"the Bulgarian Vuletitch." I guessed at once this was my old friend
Vulco of the Grand Hotel. His son-in-law, Rizoff, who had had to
leave Rome, where he was working a pro-German propaganda, was now
Bulgarian Minister at Berlin. There was something truly Balkanic in
the surrender of Cetinje, arranged by the Grand Hotel and his
son-in law, which appealed to my sense of humour. I soon learnt my
guess was true. The Fates willed that I should meet a Montenegrin
official. Last time we met during the Balkan war I had vituperated
him about the cutting off of noses. Now in a strange land we were
old friends.

"Tell me," said I, "what happened? The Austrians cannot really have
taken the Lovtchen. One does not march troops up two thousand feet
of rocks under guns, when one can walk in by the back door."
Cheerfully he replied:

"Gospodjitza, you have been up the Lovtchen yourself. It is not
worth while lying to you. Frankly, we welcomed the Austrians, even
with enthusiasm. A small detachment on the road had not been warned,
and fired. Otherwise nothing occurred. Yes, Vuko is Mayor! All your
old friends remain, Yanko Vukotitch, and all! Only the King and
suite left. Mirko, as you know, remains." Here he burst out
laughing. "He is tuberculous, you know, and will go to Vienna to
consult a doctor! The King told Petar to remain, too, but it bored
him, and he came away afterwards. Mon Dieu, but the King was angry
with him. You know our Montenegrins. They are funny dogs. When those
at Antivari heard that the Austrians had arrived in Cetinje, they
pillaged the palace of Prince Danilo. But before the house of the
Austrian consul they put a guard. A good fellow this consul, is he
not? For me this war is the struggle of the Slav and the Teuton for
the only unexploited lands in Europe. We always knew it would come.
But in the past we have never reckoned that England will range
herself with Russia and permit her to take Constantinople. That
would mean the end of Roumania, of Bulgaria, of Serbia, of us, and
of you, too, Gospodjitza, if you are not careful. Therefore we
ranged ourselves with Austria. Those who have travelled in Austria
know that the Slavs there are richer, better educated, and better
off in every way than we poor devils of Serbia and Montenegro. In
return for the taxes they pay they get roads, schools--what you
will. Our taxes all run out of the breeches pockets of those Two
Families (Petrovitch and Karageorgevitch). The war is not ended, but
I can tell you those Two Families will go and never return. Our King
is in France. If the French want a king, they may keep him!"

"And who is responsible for killing the Archduke?"

"Who knows? It  was done certainly by some of those mad students of
Belgrade. You  remember how they tried to kill King Nikola? Well!
The Serbs wanted  war. Now they have got it let us hope they are
content. Politics, as  you know, are all cochonnerie. As for me, I
have had enough, and I  wash my hands of them."

His account squares with others. The Greek Minister in Cetinje, who,
as a neutral remained there, related that not long after King Nikola
left Montenegro a telegram from Vienna arrived inviting him to stay.
Prince Danilo was already abroad when the crisis arose. Serbia as
well as Montenegro made an attempt to come to terms with Austria in
1915, it would appear, from an unsigned convention, a copy of which
has been lately reported to have been found in the archives at
Vienna. It would account for the fact that in spite of the advice of
more than one English authority, they persisted in making no
preparation for the further defence of their country, and disposed
their troops only for an advance into Albania.

Thus tragically ended poor King Nikola's life's ambition and his
golden dream. Mirko, whom he would fain have seen on the throne of
Serbia, died in Austria in 1918. The records of Danilo and Petar are
such that they are not likely to succeed their father. Prince Danilo
in vain refused the spiritual headship of the land. No Petrovitch
seems destined to be followed by his son, though their dynasty is
the older, and their hands are not so stained with murder as those
of the rival dynasty.

Nikola is not wholly blameworthy. Powers stronger and more crafty
than he, planned Great Serbia and ruthlessly ruled him out of it. No
reinforcements came to him; no troops to help him hold the Lovtchen.
Russia was once his god--and she forsook him.

The Montenegrin opinion of the Serajevo murders is corroborated by
several facts. The Serb students refuged in London had post cards
printed of the murderer Princip, on which he was described as a
national hero! One said to me: "Yes, it is a pity so many people
were killed. But you see the plan quite succeeded, and Great Serbia
has been made." He seemed to think it the object of the war. Another
told a friend of mine that bombthrowing had been taught at Shabatz,
and a Serbian officer boasted to Lady Boyle, when she was doing
Serbian relief work, that he was one of the men who taught the
murderers to shoot. He took their photographs from his pocket, and
called on her to admire how well he had taught them.

The bombs used, like those prepared for King Nikola, came from
Kraguyevatz. The assassins told in great detail at their trial that
they had been supplied with weapons, and taught to use them, by a
Serbian railway employe, Ciganovitch, and by Major Tankositch the
komitadji trainer He was a well-known komitadji himself, and a
member of the Narodna Odbrana and of the Black Hand. And he was in
constant touch with the Belgrade students at the Zelenom Vjencu
eating-house. A Serb student, who himself had frequented this place,
told me that Princip was chosen because he was so far advanced in
tuberculosis he could not live long in any case. He saw him just
before he left for Serajevo, looking very ill indeed. He described
that when the news of the murders arrived three hundred Bosnian
students rushed through Belgrade shouting and singing, and led by a
Montenegrin playing the gusle.

"But did not the police stop them?" I asked.

"No, why should they?"

"And were no arrests then made?"

"Oh, no." This corroborates the official letter of Chevalier von
Storck of the Austrian Legation in Belgrade, who wrote (see the
Austrian Red Book) on June 30th to Vienna:

"I have addressed to M. Gruitch, secretary to the Minister of
Foreign Affairs, the question appropriate to the moment, to enquire
what measures the police have already taken, or intend to take, to
follow up the traces of the crime which are notoriously spread
through Serbia. He replies that up till now the police have not
occupied themselves with the affair."

The consummate impudence of which remark needs no comment. The
planners of the crime had indeed Intended to bury their traces, as
they supplied the wretched boys each with a tube of cyanide of
potassium, which he was to take immediately after doing the deed. An
Instruction they did not follow.

The attitude of the Serb Government was precisely the same as that
it adopted in 1907 with regard to the Cetinje affair. It "knew
nothing," and made no inquiry. Nor, during the whole three weeks
that elapsed before the ultimatum, did the Serb Government do
anything to clear up the matter and mitigate Austria's just anger.
One can only deduce that war was expected and intended.

The military party was in the ascendant, and did as it chose. There
was great tension between it and the Government, and already before
the murders Prince Alexander had been selected to replace his father
as Regent.

"In order," according to Bogitchevitch, "to postpone the inevitable
conflict (between the two parties) and that responsibility for
present events should be evaded, and in order perhaps that he might
not have to assume responsibility for future events, King Petar
retired from government and entrusted the Regency to the Crown
Prince." He adds: "Can any one who knows Serb conditions, even
partially, believe that the Government knew nothing of the
conspiratory activities of certain circles of officers and
komitadjis in Bosnia, and that it knew nothing of the preparatory
measures in Serbia for the attentat on the Austrian royal couple?"

The Government, he adds, carried its nonchalance to "such an extent
that Pashitch did not remain in Belgrade, and the Austrian ultimatum
had to be handed to the Minister of Finance, who temporarily
replaced him."

Documents obtained by Mr. Bottomley from the Serbian legation in
London show that its members were aware of the plot. Time, the
revealer of all secrets, will one day unveil the whole of this one.
Meanwhile, I am glad that the Order of St. Sava is not in my house.

Time will show, too, whether the Serb is to be top-dog in
Jugoslavia, or whether, after all these oceans of blood that have
been spilt and the untold misery, we shall arrive at an arrangement
which could have been obtained by patience and Trialism.

The Teuton for the time is broken, and the Slav is loosed. Whether
for better or worse time again will show.

It remains to consider Albania. When I left it in 1914 folk said:
"Now that the Powers are busy fighting each other they will leave us
free to manage our own affairs." The International forces left
almost at once. The Defence left Durazzo before war was declared.
The Prince of Wied left on September 3rd. And the former insurgents
wrote and begged him to return.

Essad Pasha then arrived at Durazzo, and was publicly embraced by
Alliotti the Italian. Most of the International Commission left.
Krajevsky remained, and with the aid of French money tried to
establish Essad as Prince in vain. Essad, however, levied custom
dues, and with that and the French money was wealthy, and withdrew
to Salonika, where he tried to pose as an exiled monarch, but failed
to raise an Albanian army. He never dared return to Albania but
lived in luxury in Paris on his ill-gotten wealth till he was
assassinated on June 15th by an Albanian student.

On December 25th the Italians landed suddenly at Valona under
pretence of protecting it from the Greeks.

All now made ready to tear Albania to pieces, in spite of the
International guarantee. The Montenegrins seized Scutari in 1915.
The Serbs hurried to take Durazzo. But then came the Austrian
attack. Caught in a bad position, the Serbs had had to fly to
Scutari with the Austrians after them. In consequence the Allies
evacuated Scutari, and left the Albanians to their fate. Had the
Allies resolutely forbidden the Montenegrins to seize Scutari in
1915, and enlisted the Albanian tribesmen, guaranteeing their
independence and the restoration of at least a portion of their lost
land, the Serbian debacle might have been saved, and the results
been very different. Such a plan was proposed by the Foreign Office,
and I and some others asked to enlist the men. But Russia and, I
believe, France vetoed it. Consequently the Bulgars and Austrians
took and held most of north and central Albania till the armistice.

In the south King Constantine's troops seized Albania and used it as
a line of communication with the Austrian army till the Italians
pressed down from Valeria to evict them, and the French advanced
from Salonika to Koritza, which they found guarded by armed
Albanians. These gladly admitted the French on condition the whole
district was recognized as Albanian. The French Government agreed,
and on December 11, 1916, Colonel Descouins proclaimed the Koritza
district an Albani Republic, and hoisted the Albanian flag amid
great popular rejoicing. A government was speedily organized, and a
great number of Albanian schools opened, and filled, throughout the
new Republic, which included two hundred thousand souls, and
flourished till Greece joined the Allies. Trouble then began, as
the Greeks demanded Koritza as part of their price for "coming in."
And to placate Greece, Greek schools, which had been closed, were
re-opened. The dismay of Albania, who had trusted in the promises of
the French, was great.

But hope rose strongly when President Wilson proclaimed to the world
his gospel of self-determination and the rights of small nations.
Seldom has a politician inspired greater hope and belief. All secret
treaties, it was believed, would be laid aside, and a Peace of the
peoples would result.

Nor was it till the eve of the Peace Conference, when France showed
her enmity by trying to prevent the representation of Albania in
Paris, that the Albanians took alarm. An Albanian delegation was at
last accepted, only to be told that the Secret Treaty of 1915 held
good, and the Powers that prated of justice and the inviolability of
Treaties now desired to partition Albania among her worst foes.

Against this Albania appealed, and is appealing, and her fate is yet
in the balance. French, Italian, and Serb troops have occupied the
land ever since the Armistice. Every possible obstacle has been
thrown in Albania's way by those who wish her destruction. The
Albanians have elected, last January, a Government of their own, and
the Powers have refused to recognize it. The British Government, in
order to stifle Albania's cries, have withdrawn both the British
representatives from Albania, General Phillips and Mr. Morton Eden.
Both are friends of Albania's independence, and General Phillips
reported that the Albanian Government was working remarkably well.
Albania now has no means of communicating with the outer world, save
through those who wish her destruction--Greece, Italy and
Jugoslavia. All three are working to overthrow the Albanian
Government. At the moment of going to press the Serbs have made a
wanton attack on North Albania from three points. But they will not
kill the spirit of the Albanian people, who have resisted
denationalization for a thousand years, and who beg only for the
right to take their place in the Balkans and live in freedom and
harmony with their neighbours, and who now at the time of going to
press are fighting bravely for Liberty.

I will not write Finis, for the tale of the Balkan tangle does not
end here.




INDEX

Abdul Hamid; abdicates
Aehrenthal (Baron von)
Albania
Albanians
Albanian language
Alexander (King of Serbia); murder of
Alexander (Crown Prince)
Ambassadors' Conference
America
Andriyevitza
Anglo-Russian agreement
Antivari
Austria; in Bosnia; in Albania; Austrian attache.

Balkan Alliance
Balkan war
Balkan railways
Beaconsfield (Lord)
Belgrade
Berlin (Treaty of)
Black Hand
Bocche di Cattaro
Bogitchevitch
Bogumils
Bosnia; annexation of
Bulgaria.

Carnegie report
Catholics
Cetinje
Constantinople
Constantinovitch
Constitution (in Montenegro); (in Turkey)
Croatia.

Dalmatia
Danilo  (Vladika)
Danilo I (of Montenegro)
Danilo (Crown Prince)
Djakovo
Draga (Queen); murder of
Dulcigno
Durazzo
Dushan Gregovitch
Dutch officers.

Earl's Court
Edward  VII
Egypt
Elbasan
England
Essad Pasha.

Ferdinand   (of   Bulgaria)
Fimilian (Bishop)
Fitzmaurice (Lord)
France
Franz  Ferdinand   (Archduke); murder of
Franz Josef (Kaiser).

George (Prince of Serbia)
Germany
Ghilca (Albert)
Gjurashkovitch
Gladstone
Goluchowski
Great Serbian Idea
Greece
Greeks; in Albania
Grey (Sir Edward)
Gusinje.

Hartwig
Herzegovina.

International Commission
Ipek
Ismail Kemal
Italy
Izvolsky.

Jannisariea
Japan.

Karageorge
Karageorgevitch
Koritza
Kosovo
Kragujevatz
Krajevsky
Kruyff (Baron de).

Ljuma
Lobatcheff.

Macedonia
Manicheism
Marusitch
Milosh (Ofrenovitch)
Miouschlcovitch (Lazar)
Mirdites
Mirko (Grand Voyvoda)
Mirko (Prince)
Montenegro; tribes of; eighteenth century; history of
Moslems; in Bosnia
Mrasteg.

Nastitch
Nikola (King of Montenegro); accession of; reign; made King.

Obrenovitch
Ochrida
Orthodox Church; in Bosnia; atrocities   of.

Pashitch  (Nikola)
Petar I (of Montenegro)
Petar II (of Montenegro)
Petar Karageorgevitch (King); accession
Petar  (Prince of Montenegro)
Peter (The Great)
Petrovitches
Plamenatz (Petar)
Plamenatz (Vladika)
Plot   (against   King   Nikola)
Prenk, Bib Doda
Prizren
Prochashka.

Radonitch (Gubernator)
Radovitch
Ragusa
Rizoff
Romans
Russia
Russian Consuls.

Salonika
Sanjalc (of Novibazar)
Scutari
Serajevo
Serbia
Serbs
Skenderbeg
Slavs (invasions); conversion of; v. Teutons
Slovenski Jug
Sofia
Sofia Petrovna
Stefan Dushan
Stefan Mali.

Tomanovitch
Triple Alliance
Tripoli
Tuberculosis
Turks.

Uskub
Uvatz.

Valona
Venice
Vesnitcli
Vienna
Vlachs
Vladan Georgevitch
Vladikas (of Montenegro)
Vuchidol
Vuletitch (Voko).

Wied (Prince of).

Yanko   Vukotitch
Yougourieff
Young Turks.

Zographos
Zorka (Princess).



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End of Project Gutenberg's Twenty Years Of Balkan Tangle, by Durham M. Edith