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Department has so far been unable to root out 

 the bad old Turkish ways, which ruined the 

 woods round Mostar. 



The only sport I had during my stay at Lakat, 

 which lasted a fortnight, was a bear-drive in the 

 Crnagora, the forester having reported three. In 

 the first beat there was one, but owing to paucity 

 of guns he escaped unshot at. All that passed 

 the guns in two beats were a couple of roe-deer. 



Having now decided to spend the summer 

 in the Herzegovinian hills, we naturally were 

 busily employed, whilst our camp gear was on 

 the way, in selecting a site for camp. We finally 

 settled on the valley I have previously referred 

 to. The stream was already dried up, it being 

 purely a winter affair, formed by the (subter- 

 raneous) overflow of a lakelet a quarter of a mile 

 further up. So the villagers do not get very 

 much use of their mills, and, as a matter of fact, 

 generally go to the Upper Narenta to grind their 

 corn. The little lake, which I had not even 

 noticed the first time I struck the valley, gives 

 the place its name of Jezero. At the western 

 end of the valley, which, by the way, is 3450 feet 

 above sea-level, woods are piled on woods up to 

 the (then) extensive snow-fields which run along 

 the bottom of the Velez precipices. (By October 

 the snow was practically all gone.) At the north- 

 west corner of the valley, between three noble 



