IN THE LAND OF THE BORA. G3 



Sebenico, on foot this time. On the road we 

 stopped to visit one of those curious caverns with 

 which South- West Austria (and notably Styria) is 

 so liberally provided. The entrance to this one is 

 a few feet from the high-road, under which it 

 passes. Twenty feet from the mouth there is 

 water — salt. When provided with a boat, one can 

 traverse this and enter a gallery over a hundred 

 and fifty yards long, which finally emerges in 

 another cave with more water. This has not yet 

 been crossed, because no boat can be carried 

 through the small passage. It can be done any 

 day by bringing in a raft piecemeal, and then 

 perhaps a solution of the following question will be 

 arrived at : How does the sea-water reach so high 

 a level ? 



Our road led us to the south end of Sebenico 

 harbour, not far from the place where the Imperial 

 training ship Sclncartzenberg has her permanent 

 anchorage. Some people consider this the best 

 view of the town, and it is certainly picturesque. 

 Crossing the Knin and Spalatro Eailway — a thing 

 we had not seen for a month — we were soon in 

 Sebenico. The day was &festa, but, to my surprise, 

 amongst all the bunting so profusely displayed 

 there was only one Austro-Hungarian flag. All 

 the others were horizontal red, white, and blue, 

 like the Dutch colours, only, as far as I recollect 

 the blue is uppermost with them. 



