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at last. Kupres lies high though, and 

 descent there was but Httle till we reached 

 the town, which presented an air of un- 

 usual gaiety. It is little more than a 

 village, and this is the day of the year 

 here. With difficulty I resisted pressing 

 and hospitable invitations to stop, con- 

 tenting myself with inspection of the 

 elaborately decorated schoolroom, in which, 

 after the races, it was proposed to dance 

 through a long and hot afternoon and 

 evening. On the wall was the programme 

 of the day containing such items as 

 ''Czardas" and " Kolo." Somehow the 

 latter evoked irrelevant memories of J. 

 L. Toole. " You should see me dance 

 the Kolo " ; nor was it till long after I 

 remember that " Bolo " was his little 

 game. 



