IX THE LAND OP THE BORA. 19 



CHAPTER III. 



Unfortunately, the splendid fair wind of the 

 morning had been dropping all this time, and 

 consequently, though we sailed at two o'clock, 

 we had a very hot and tedious voyage, and were 

 still some miles from Pasman village at six. 



Just then we opened a little bay, sheltered by 

 a high scoglia, and, as it seemed to me probably 

 adapted for camping, I had the helm put up, and 

 in a few minutes we ran alongside of a rude pier. 

 The immediate neighbourhood of this did not 

 offer any very great camping inducements, so I 

 walked up some hundred and fifty yards to the 

 right, where I fancied I saw a suitable spot near 

 a dilapidated stone bridge. 



Immediately beyond the bridge was a beauti- 

 fully smooth stretch of green turf, up the left-hand 

 side of which ran a creek of muddy water, spanned 

 by the little bridge above mentioned. From the 

 creek the ground sloped upwards to a low wall, 

 which separated the grass from the cultivated 

 land adjoining, while a few grey-green olive trees 

 formed an effective background. I knew that, as 



