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Soon after ten we ran into the little port of 

 Capo Cesto, where most of our passengers left us. 

 This happens to be the police station for Eogos- 

 nica, and, seeing the inspector on the quay, I took 

 my " circular note" to him; but he saluted, and 

 waved it back. " Not necessary, not necessary, 

 sir. I know all about it, and it will be all right." 

 Sure enough we had not been an hour in camp 

 before we saw a gendarme pass, and next day two. 



The fact was that a paragraph had appeared 

 in a local paper about us and our journey, and 

 though I believe it was ludicrously incorrect (I 

 was told I was described as a retired general !), 

 it gave us a notoriety which was sometimes 

 unpleasant, but perhaps sometimes useful. The 

 interviewer has not yet reached Dalmatia, so the 

 papers have to do the best they can without him. 

 After all it is no great loss, I dare say. 



Eogosnica — generally called " di Sebenico," 

 to distinguish it from another to be referred to 

 hereafter — is something like Milford Haven, " a 

 magnificent harbour thrown away." A far easier 

 channel than that of Sebenico — for sailing craft 

 can beat in with almost any wind — leads to a 

 magnificent circular anchorage. In the centre of 

 this lies the village on a barren islet. Houses, 

 crowned by a scarcely finished modern church, 

 fringe the northern shore of the scoglia. Above 

 all is a windmill, a novelty in Dalmatia. To the 



