88 IN THE LAND OP THE BORA. 



Bound the gigantic conical rock behind the 

 camp a pair of ravens were flying and croaking. 

 Though so rare with us, the raven is not uncom- 

 mon in Dalmatia. A solitary bird used to pay us 

 a visit every day when we were encamped on 

 St. Justina's Isle. Probably he was searching for 

 shellfish among the rocks. 



Fly-fishermen should have a chance in the 

 Cettina. As I walked back the river was alive 

 with rising fish, many of them of very consider- 

 able size, of which I was the better able to judge 

 from the fact that nearly every rise was clean out 

 of the water. 



I suppose there is no camp without a drawback. 

 In this particular one we suffered from a perfect 

 plague of flies. After all they are, perhaps, less 

 objectionable than mosquitoes. These really only 

 troubled us once during our trip at Eogosnica, where 

 there was a dirty pond a couple of fields from 

 our camp. They were also bad in our rooms at 

 Spalatro ; but as a rule one may say that there are 

 none in Dalmatia, because there is no fresh water. 



Next day we had a caller in the shape of our 

 neighbour the curate, who lives alone in the dis- 

 used seminary. He had the little church opened 

 for us. Beyond the undoubtedly Byzantine dome, 

 it contains nothing of interest excepting a twelfth- 

 century painting in the sacristy representing all 

 the Stations of the Cross on one canvas. Picture 



