others, seized with the
pangs of travail in the midst of their flight, expired in the woods,
after giving birth to babes, who, destitute of succour, did not survive
their mothers. And young girls, having disfigured themselves by gashes,
hid themselves in caves, where they died of terror and hunger.

The Albanians, intoxicated with plunder and debauchery, refused to return
to the castle, and only thought of regaining their country and enjoying
the fruit of their rapine. But they were assailed on the way by peasants
covetous of their booty, and by those of Janina who had sought refuge
with them. The roads and passes were strewn with corpses, and the trees
by the roadside converted into gibbets. The murderers did not long
survive their victims.

The ruins of Janina were still smoking when, on the 19th August, Pacho
Bey made his entry. Having pitched his tent out of range of Ali's cannon,
he proclaimed aloud the firman which inaugurated him as Pacha of Janina
and Delvino, and then raised the tails, emblem of his dignity. Ali heard
on the summit of his keep the acclamations of the Turks who saluted Pacho
Bey, his former servant with the titles of Vali of Epirus, and Ghazi, of
Victorius. After this ceremony, the cadi read the sentence, confirmed by
the Mufti, which declared Tepelen Veli-Zade to have forfeited his
dignities and to be excommunicated, adding an injunction to all the
faithful that henceforth his name was not to be pronounced except with
the addition of "Kara," or "black," which is bestowed on those cut off
from the congregation of Sunnites, or Orthodox Mohammedans. A Marabout
then cast a stone towards the castle, and the anathema upon "Kara Ali"
was repeated by the whole Turkish army, ending with the cry of "Long live
the sultan! So be it!"

But it was not by ecclesiastical thunders that three fortresses could be
reduced, which were defended by artillerymen drawn from different
European armies, who had established an excellent school for gunners and
bombardiers. The besieged, having replied with hootings of contempt to
the acclamations of the besiegers, proceeded to enforce their scorn with
well-aimed cannon shots, while the rebel flotilla, dressed as if for a
fete-day, passed slowly before the Turks, saluting them with cannon-shot
if they ventured near the edge of the lake.

This noisy rhodomontade did not prevent Ali from being consumed with
grief and anxiety. The sight of his own troops, now in th