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from here to Mostar, available only in summer, by 

 which supplies could be obtained. At Dnopolje 

 our guide's knowledge gave out, and we had to get 

 a boy to show us the way, which turned out to be 

 a very bad one indeed. We climbed the Crnagora 

 Kange, which is here, as almost everywhere, 

 covered with fine woods. Unfortunately, we did so 

 in cold driving rain, and, though this time we had 

 our macintoshes ready, our pleasure was spoilt. 

 Towards the end of our descent on the further 

 side we caught sight of the white buildings of 

 Lakat gendarmerie barracks, where we arrived at 

 half-past six, the ride from Kuiste having occupied 

 exactly five hours. 



The Lakat barrack is peculiarly roomy, the 

 stranger's room being a separate building, and 

 almost chalet-like with its broad wooden verandah. 

 As we were expected, a good fire was burning, and 

 when we had got rid of our riding-gear we were 

 glad to sit down to an excellent meal. We had 

 reason to congratulate ourselves on being safely 

 housed, for the wind (scirocco) soon increased to a 

 regular gale. Before morning it took the roof of 

 one of the out-buildings bodily off, and deposited it 

 upside down thirty yards away. Wind and rain 

 continued all next day, and made it impossible to 

 venture out. 



I had hoped to have a chance in the Crnagora 

 of shooting a halzhahn, or cock capercailzie, in the 



