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you want to be left in peace. Come and see, 

 though." 



So we went and saw; but decided that the 

 fields were too marshy, and that nothing could 

 beat the paved courtyard of the seminary, and in 

 about an hour the Union Jack was floating there. 



" High-road first, then ploughed field, islet, 



cemetery, well, and now seminary," quoth E . 



" Where shall we camp next ? " 



As will appear hereafter, our next camp was 

 perhaps as strange as any. 



From the deck of the Messina I had that morn- 

 ing seen a large number of teal just where the 

 Cettina joins the sea. Thinking that perhaps 

 some of them would resort to the marshes or 

 swampy fields to feed, I strolled out to the point 

 towards sunset with gun and dogs. Not a duck 

 was to be seen, however. A solitary white wader 

 — species unknown to me — was solemnly feeding 

 round the shores of a reedy islet, but he took good 

 care to keep his long-legged carcase out of shot ; 

 not but what he would have been perfectly safe 

 for me had he been less cautious. 



Most of the reeded banks are impossible of 

 access. The dogs worked all that was dry enough 

 to get through, but only moved a kingfisher. This 

 was the first I had seen in the country, though I 

 saw plenty at our next camp. So I strolled back 

 again. 



