The Montenegrin artillery was brought up, and one by one the little forts which studded the margin of the broad expanse were taken.

The first attacked held out till the shells penetrated its thin walls, and then surrendered unconditionally.

The garrison, twenty or more Albanian nizams, were brought to the headquarters, and we all turned out to see them.

Bagged, half famished, and frightened they were, and, through an Albanian friend who interpreted for me, I offered them coffee.

They looked at me with a surprise in their eyes like that of a wild deer taken in a trap, and resigned to its fate, knowing that escape was impossible; and when they had drunk the coffee they asked if we were going to decapitate them now.