38 IN THE LAND OF THE BORA. 



four's — useless of course for quail, especially in a 

 small-bore gun such as I was using. The dogs 

 worked capitally, the red dog twice retrieving 

 wounded birds. 



After a couple of hours of this sport we re- 

 turned, and walked with E to see the old 



castle, and thence on to the celebrated Grotto of 

 Vrana. From a wall of rock a stream of water 

 flows, but it is possible to pass behind the wall 

 and enter a sort of cavern, or rather cleft in the 

 rock, for it is open to the sky. In this there 

 are two streams of water. By wading waist-deep 

 up tne first, a series of caverns, ail full of water, 

 can be entered. The cleft itself is a pretty spot, 

 the rocks being covered with maidenhair fern and 

 other damp-loving plants. Unfortunately, they 

 are also disfigured by hundreds of names being 

 scrawled upon them, among which I was surprised 

 to see several times that of the noble family who 

 own the place, and who might have been expected 

 to know better. 



From the grotto we returned to Pelicaric's 

 house to lunch. In the afternoon we shot again, 

 and returned to PakoStane in the cool of the 

 evening. 



We had decided that our present camp was 

 too dirty to be endured, for everybody — including 

 the dogs — who came into the tent brought in a 

 plentiful supply of earth, and the possibility of 



