202 A DILIGENCE DRIVE 



her that General B. (who is unmarried, by 

 the way) was at that moment in the 

 Pyrenees. Although I never met the 

 gentleman in question, he seems, like 

 myself, to have a fancy for travelling off 

 the beaten tracks ; and I seldom go any- 

 where without being asked, " Do you 

 know General B. ? " We now followed 

 the Vrbas stream (which I was destined 

 to see again, almost a river, and receiving 

 the magnificent Falls of the Pliva), and it 

 finally led us to Bugoijno. Our eight 

 hours' drive was over. 



Next morning at five o'clock I heard 

 the horn. Yes, a yard of tin this time, 

 but curled round and round, and slung 

 round the neck of a guard. My convey- 

 ance this time was officially styled a 

 postwagen, not a diligence, and therefore 



