200 A DILIGENCE DRIVE 



and at last we left the Rama Valley, and 

 entered upon an almost endless winding- 

 road, which led up to the ruined watch- 

 tower which o-ives its name to the 

 village of Prozor [Look Out). As we were 

 coming up it seemed the end of every- 

 thino", but as we entered the villao-e we 

 cauQ;ht siofht of further heio-hts above 

 it. 



At Prozor we stopped an hour, and I 

 had an excellent lunch, with a bottle of 

 sound w^ine, and coffee after, for a shilling 

 — a pretty clear proof of being a long way 

 off the ordinary tourists' track. Then I 

 lit my pipe and walked out to find a fresh 

 team waiting, and a fresh passenger in the 

 shape of a young priest, who, however, 

 preferred the coupe. We crossed a plain 

 and began another series of serpentine 



