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THE JOURNEY OUT TO BOSNIA AND MONTENEGRO 



Early in April 1906, I found myself in Serajevo, 

 a place the very existence of which, let alone its 

 whereabouts, I had been profoundly ignorant a few 

 weeks before. It is possible that some of my readers 

 will sympathize with this ignorance, for, though the 

 capital of Bosnia, it is not a place which makes much 

 stir in the world, and it would be easy to go through 

 life and never hear of it or see any reference to it. 



The railway journey from Vienna and Budapest 

 had been through a desolate, snow-covered country, 

 and on arrival early in the morning at my destination 

 the snow was still falling heavily, and the mountains 

 which encircle the town gleamed white through the 

 morning mist as a rickety omnibus bumped along 

 the stone-cobbled streets and deposited me at the 

 door of the Hotel de l'Europe. 



The object of my visit was to interview the 



naturalists at the National Museum, to whom I had 



introductions, in order to glean some information as 



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