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Updated: June 12, 2025
He was presented to me as a man who had grown from boyhood to manhood to the tune of the whistling bullets of Kara Georg and his Turkish opponents. After the usual salutations, the Natchalnik began "We have heard that Gospody Wellington has received from the English nation an estate for his distinguished services." Author. "That is true; but the presentation took place a great many years ago."
A fine jolly old monk, with a powerful voice, welcomed the Natchalnik at the gate, and putting his hand on his left breast, said to me, "Dobro doche Gospody!" We then, according to the custom of the country, went into the chapel, and, kneeling down, said our thanksgiving for safe arrival.
The Natchalnik received us in the Konak of Gospody Iefrem, the brother of Milosh, and our interview was in no respect different from a usual Turkish visit.
"In this sylvan paradise he was encountered by a pandour, who conducted him to the house of the Natchalnik, or governor of the province, a gaunt, greyheaded follower of Kara-George, who had been selected for this post from his courage and military experience, since the hostile neighbourhood of the Bosniaks, on the other side the Drina, between whom and the Servians a deadly religious and national hatred exists, rendered it necessary to be always on the alert."
"No, a child of two years and three months is as big as other children of six or seven years, and her womanhood such as is usual in girls of sixteen." Author. "It is almost incredible." President. "Well, you may convince yourself with your own eyes, before you leave this blessed town." The Natchalnik then called a Momke, and gave orders for the child to be brought next day.
In the East there is more ceremony than in the West; and if you go to Europe you will be surprised at the absence of ceremonious compliments there." Natchalnik. "The people in the interior are a simple and uncorrupted race; their only monitor is nature." Author.
He was quite a man of the world, having studied jurisprudence in the Austrian Universities. The outer chamber, or hall of his house, was ranged with shining pewter plates in the olden manner, and his best room was furnished in the best German style. In a few minutes M. Ressavatz, the Natchalnik, came, a serious but friendly man, with an eye that bespoke an expansive intellect.
Together with my friend the Zemsky Natchalnik, an excellent man, we are hatching a little scheme, on which we expect to spend a hundred thousand or so, in the most remote section of the province, where there are no landowners nor doctors, nor even well-educated young ladies who are now to be found in numbers even in hell.
The military command of each of the seventeen provinces is vested in the Natchalnik, under whom are the captains of the several cantons, usually three in each province; these officers superintend the police, and report to the minister at war.
As I went upstairs his wife kissed my hand, and I in sport wished to kiss her's; but the Natchalnik said, "We still hold to the old national custom, that the wife kisses the hand of a stranger." Our host was a fair-haired man, with small features and person, a brisk manner and sharp intelligence, but tempered by a slight spice of vanity. The tout ensemble reminded me of the Berlin character.
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