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Before long our road became a paved bridle- 

 track, which at first suggested the idea that it 

 might be a Koman one, but that it wound about 

 much more than the work of the legionaries is 

 wont to do. After about a mile, however, it 

 ended as abruptly as it had begun. Presently we 

 came to a gravel-pit which had just fallen in and 

 badly crushed two Turkish lads. Unfortunately, 

 we could render no help except to send people 

 from the village of Borovcici, just beyond, who 

 went to fetch them in with a cart. The usual 

 trouble with pack-animals — a slipped pack — de- 

 layed us here nearly half an hour, and then we 

 went up to the pass between the Crnagora and 

 Ledjenice hills, on the latter of which our Turks 

 said there were plenty of chamois. 



On the other side of the pass lies a well-culti- 

 vated plain, or rather tableland — the Krusevicko 

 Polje, with the village and gendarmerie barrack of 

 Krusevljani, from which it takes its name, some 

 mile or two to our right. We halted for lunch 

 at the forest-keeper's house at Luke, another 

 village a mile or two on. The keeper himself 

 was absent ; indeed, I had seen him at Lakat in 

 the morning. These men are — very wrongly, I 

 venture to think — allowed to shoot, and conse- 

 quently all their time is spent in this way instead 

 of looking after their districts.* 



* I have left this passage as originally written, so I think 

 it only right to say that a high official of the Government Las 



