were familiar to me. In my journeyings up and down the Adriatic I
was always struck by the great beauty and seeming richness--native
richness--of the Land of the Blue Mountains. At last Chance took me
into that delectable region. When the "Balkan Struggle" of '90 was
on, one of the great Voivodes came to me in secret to arrange a large
loan for national purposes. It was known in financial circles of
both Europe and Asia that I took an active part in the haute
politique of national treasuries, and the Voivode Vissarion came to
me as to one able and willing to carry out his wishes. After
confidential pour-parlers, he explained to me that his nation was in
the throes of a great crisis. As you perhaps know, the gallant
little Nation in the Land of the Blue Mountains has had a strange
history. For more than a thousand years--ever since its settlement
after the disaster of Rossoro--it had maintained its national
independence under several forms of Government. At first it had a
King whose successors became so despotic that they were dethroned.
Then it was governed by its Voivodes, with the combining influence of
a Vladika somewhat similar in power and function to the Prince-
Bishops of Montenegro; afterwards by a Prince; or, as at present, by
an irregular elective Council, influenced in a modified form by the
Vladika, who was then supposed to exercise a purely spiritual
function. Such a Council in a small, poor nation did not have
sufficient funds for armaments, which were not immediately and
imperatively necessary; and therefore the Voivode Vissarion, who had
vast estates in his own possession, and who was the present
representative a family which of old had been leaders in the land,
found it a duty to do on his own account that which the State could
not do. For security as to the loan which he wished to get, and
which was indeed a vast one, he offered to sell me his whole estate
if I would secure to him a right to repurchase it within a given time