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the bridle-ways — I cannot even call them 

 tracks. I thouoht I knew something about 

 bad roads before I went to the Herzegovina. 

 But I found out that all those I knew before 

 in various corners of the earth were only 

 comparatively bad, whilst here they are 

 superlatively bad. I don't mean all of them 

 by any means, and much has been done 

 to improve the principal ones, but some 

 places are really calculated to give one "the 

 creeps." The horses are very sure-footed, 

 though how they can be so, with their feet 

 covered, as they are, with the Turkish bar- 

 shoe, is a mystery to me. Nor is the 

 situation improved by the knowledge that, 

 perched up as one is in an abominable 

 Turkish saddle, one can give no assistance 

 should the horse require it. Unfortunately, 



I had committed the folly of not having an 



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