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was arranged for me on planks by the fire, and I 

 rolled myself in my rug thereon, but not to sleep. 

 The sportsman who cannot stand a few fleas had 

 better avoid the Herzegovina, even its best hotels. 

 But this time it was a flatter insect that I could 

 see by the light of the fire swarming about the old 

 logs, to my disgust. Besides the " Norfolk 

 Howards," the chatter of the natives banished 

 sleep ; but the strangers dropped off, leaving my 

 people to snore, long before I closed my eyes. 

 These senner huts, as they would be called in the 

 Tyrol, are open to the sky at one end under the 

 roof, making it necessary for some one to wake up 

 pretty frequently to replenish the fire. One 

 advantage of such quarters is that early rising is 

 no difficulty, and we were off at daylight. 



Our party was increased by one, my men 

 having protested that they could not carry my 

 blanket. The fact was, old Didic was perfectly 

 useless, and I never took him again. So I 

 chartered an Albino Turk, by name Bosco, to act 

 as porter. Our way led through a fine pass, 

 thickly grown with stone pines. At every wind of 

 the track we got a finer view of the panorama of 

 Herzegovinian hills behind us — Zivan, Cervan, 

 Crnagora, and once the peaks of Velez. At last 

 we reached the top of the pass. Here are several 

 burying-grounds, that of the Bogumilites once 

 again raising one's wonder how on earth those old 



