gaged 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 Ser