National Geographic : 1928 Jan
THE NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC MAGAZINE Photograph by Melville Chater A DECK PASSENGER COMES ABOARD Since neither railroad nor motor trail runs the length of the Yugoslav coast, the sea lane is not only the oldest, but the most appropriate route by which to traverse those shores whose maritime fame antedated England's by centuries. grin youths, similarly costumed and armed, and he greeted me with, "How do, John! I spik American some very !" It turned out that he had been in the Yukon, and the next fact he revealed was, "Montenegro is 'a verree hongree coun tree." "What do you work at ?" I asked. "Me-work?" Haughtily he shook his head. "Then, your friends"-I indicated the gorgeously appareled wine-sippers-"don't they work ?" Again he shook his head. "Yes," he sighed, "it's a verree hongree countree. So we cheer up by taking little wines at cafes. Then some guzla-player come along and sing to us about Montenegrins' big fight with Turks at Kossovo, hun dreds years ago; and that gets us so cheered up that we all jump around and have pistol picnic-everybody shooting in the air." "Then who does work?" I insisted. "The women milk goats and dig pota toes, if that's what you mean." And he reiterated, rather pointedly this time. "Yes, it's a verree hongree countree!" So I slipped him certain coins, and he insisted on firing off his pistols as a sign of gratitude and joy. Then our motor car drove up, and we descended the great mountain side and climbed aboard the waiting steamer. Ko tor dropped astern, the land died away in opalescent mists, and our Slovenian-Dal matian wanderings resolved themselves into a memory "Of green days in forest And of blue days at sea." INDEX FOR JULY-DECEMBER, 1927, VOLUME READY Index for Volume LII (July-December, 1927) of the National Geographic Magazine will be mailed to members upon request.