IN TIIE LAND OF THE BORA. 



a real inconvenience, and even danger, on the Dal- 

 matian coast, but not, I felt sure, one that could 

 not be counteracted by prudence, firstly, in choosing 

 sheltered positions for the camps, and secondly, 

 by only moving on those days when the natives 

 felt reasonably secure that no atmospheric dis- 

 turbance was imminent — a course which the facts 

 of our temporary home being close to the point of 

 departure, and of our voyages being short, ren- 

 dered easy of adoption. 



So we returned answer, despising the seduc- 

 tions of Spalatro hotels and steamboats, but 

 promising the worthy father a visit later. 



Having failed to get a servant through this 

 medium, and also from a Zara hotel-keeper to 

 whom we wrote — and who never answered — we 

 were rather at a loss till my wife came to the 

 rescue with a brilliant suggestion, Why take a 

 servant at all? So finally, after some discussion, 

 it was settled that we should go on the Ameri- 

 can plan, and trust to luck for any assistance in 

 work that our own hands could not enable us to 

 complete. 



Our " expedition " was thus finally made up 

 of my wife and self, with our two dachshunds, 

 Waldmann and Hex — " the red dog " with whom 

 some of my readers may have already made ac- 

 quaintance in the pages of " Gun, Eifle, and 

 Hound." Excepting in so far that the little 



