314 IN THE LAND OF THE BORA. 



So far our journey had been anything but 

 interesting, but we now began to get glimpses 

 of the deep well- wooded gorge into which we had 

 to descend. The next village, Zaborani, was the 

 last on the tableland, and soon the track began 

 to descend sharply down the limestone rock. The 

 road was anything but a pleasant one seen from 

 the saddle, and I was not surprised when my wife 

 dismounted. The descent, however, continued for 

 longer than she cared to walk, but when she 

 wanted to mount again the saddle turned twice 

 in succession, and she was obliged to ride the next 

 few miles cross-saddle. Meanwhile the scenery 

 had been getting finer and finer. The track ran 

 along one side of a terrific ravine, whose crowded 

 sides were everywhere broken by peaks and masses 

 of rock. Further on, the main gorge of the river, 

 backed by the Visocica Eange, appeared. We 

 had to climb out of this ravine again, and then 

 we caught sight of our goal. Two large buildings 

 showed up on either side of the winding stream, 

 of which the nearer was the gendarmerie barrack, 

 and the other, we were told, the bishop's house. 

 At last we heard the rushing of the most ideal 

 trout-stream I ever saw. This part of the Narenta 

 strongly suggests the Wye valley, allowance being 

 made for the hills here being far higher. Soon 



since assured me that this privilege will shortly he withdrawn 

 from the keepers. 



