Through Bosnia and the Herzegóvina on foot during the insurrection, August and September 1875Evans, Arthur, Sir
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Through Bosnia and the Herzegóvina on foot during the insurrection, August and September 1875
Evans, Arthur, Sir
Bosnia and Herzegovina -- Description and travel; Bosnia and Herzegovina -- History -- Rebellion of 1875
We flatter ourselves that this harangue was not without its effect on
our audience, who mostly understood German; but the minions of the law
must obey, and the police ushered us into a wretched cell some seven
feet by ten, quite dark, with a daïs of bare boards to sleep on. We
were allowed neither light, nor straw, nor water; and when we asked for
food—for we were very hungry, having tasted nothing since noon, and it
being now dusk—that was also refused, till we offered a bribe to the
officer, who then saw the matter in quite a different light. He then left
the dungeon, the iron bolt grated in the lock, and we prepared to shift
for the night as best we might. Outside we heard a voice of weeping,
proceeding apparently from a woman and a child, as if touched at our
sad fate—though L⸺ preferred to believe that the sobs were due to the
prospective annihilation of the Commissär. Had our sympathisers listened,
they would have heard a sound of chuckling within, which might have been
a considerable relief to their feelings.
Yet, we had not dined.
But our threats had begun to work on the official mind of Brood, and, as
it afterwards turned out, they were seconded by no less an advocate than
the leader of the National party in the Croatian Diet, Dr. Makanec, who,
fired with that enthusiasm for the cause of freedom which shortly after
led him to secede with his party from a bureaucratic assembly, made such
representations to the Mayor on the outrageous conduct of the Commissär,
and its probable consequences, as moved his worship to immediate action.
Thus it was, that we had not been in durance vile half-an-hour when
hurried footsteps were heard in the court. The door of our cell was
thrown open, and the Stadthauptmann was before us, bowing and scraping,
and entreating us with the most profuse apologies to step out. He
protested that it was an unfortunate misunderstanding, and as he had not
offended us we were the more ready to grant him pardon, and permitted
ourselves to be escorted in triumph by his whole _posse comitatus_ down
the street, his worship affecting the most polite interest in our tour.
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