him. The Serb has a great respect for the national heroes, while every
Montenegrin (for the sake of brevity we will use this term instead of
"Serb of Montenegro," and imply, when using the word Serb, a Serb of the
old kingdom)--as we have said, a Serb respects the national heroes,
while every Montenegrin has a knowledge of his own ancestors for at
least a hundred years. He is a chivalrous person who wishes to be
treated as at least your equal. It was the Serbs' disregard of this
sentiment which now and then gave umbrage to those Montenegrins who had
expected that their union with the Serbs would cause an immediate return
of the golden age. This was almost as offensive to the Montenegrins as
the request that they would now contribute towards the support of the
army. They had always left this to the Tzar--"We and the Russians," they
used to say, "are 150 millions." Not all the Montenegrins have managed
to emancipate themselves from the thraldom of the clan. An amusing
example of this was a major at Pe['c] who belonged to the great
Vasojevi['c] family. He gave two of us a large lorry, which was the only
car he had, and advised us to start very early and to take no one with
us, except a guard, as the road to Mitrovica was in a soft condition. We
started off with about twenty passengers, but only one of them, a Turk,
had any luggage to speak of; and after we had gone a good part of the
way we were held up at a military post. A Montenegrin captain, also a
member of the Vasojevi['c], had overslept himself and ordered us by
telephone to return for him. The Serbian lieutenant--who had risen from
the ranks--asked at once if that order would come in writing, and when
he received a negative answer he cut off the communication and wished us
a happy journey. The Montenegrins also differ from the Serbs in their
cultivation of the arts. They have no liking for songs of love, but say
that men should only listen to the guslar and to hero-songs. They are
severer and more dignified than the Serbs, and it will be some time
before the average Montenegrin throws back his head in a railway
carriage and rolls out a joyous song, as I once heard a Serb do in the
Banat, whereupon another Serb in the far corner--they obviously had
never met--joined in the song with great heartiness. The Montenegrin
says that the Serb chatters like a gipsy (though we must not forget
that, as Miss Durham remarked,[117] he is hurt if things Serbian are
criticized by an