44 IN THE LAND OF THE BORA. 



We had always been near the sea hitherto, 

 but this time we were almost in it, deepish water 

 coming up to a rough sea-wall three yards from 

 the tent door. A few feet to the right it was deep 

 enough for a header. 



The unaccustomed sight of the canvas dwelling 

 and the Union Jack fluttering in the breeze of 

 course brought a few natives to stare ; but the 

 islanders here are more hardworking and perhaps 

 more civil than most of the Morlaks, and next 

 morning we were little troubled. 



In the evening the priest conducted us to the 

 little chapel of San Eocco, which overhangs the 

 village. It is a stiffish pull up there on a hot day, 

 but the effort is more than repaid by the glorious 

 view which is obtainable in every direction, but 

 especially to the northward. Incoronata, which 

 really seems impossible to get away from in North 

 Dalmatia, closes in the horizon for miles to the 

 west and north-west. As this point forms pretty 

 well the centre of the Liburnian Archipelago, it 

 would be impossible to enumerate half the isles, 

 islets, and rocks we looked down upon. On the 

 mainland we could see the lower end of the great 

 lake with the Black Mountain behind it, and 

 further down the first outlying spurs of the 

 Dinaric Alps cut the skyline. 



Morter Island is rather over seven miles long, 

 and in places a mile wide. It is decidedly more 



