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and Borke, I should have found what I was 

 looking for, but that is included in the Govern- 

 ment reserve. 



At last it became evident that, though we 

 could keep our tent warm and comfortable, it 

 was only by the side of the stove that any pleasant 

 existence was possible. The bora, too, blew 

 keenly, driving before it flakes of snow, and the 

 bora is no joke when once the thermometer is, as 

 Mr. Jorrocks would say, " down to fecit." We 

 must think of once more laying our heads under 

 a roof. In my opinion it speaks volumes in 

 proof of the healthiness of a life under canvas 

 that in these two years, with every varying 

 condition of weather, neither of us had suffered 

 in the least degree from colds, though, as a rule, 

 we are both rather subject to that affliction ; 

 and both, I may add, contracted them within 

 a week of recommencing civilized existence. 



So, after a number of days spent in that any- 

 thing but pleasing manner, standing motionless 

 in the snow for an hour at a time waiting for a 

 boar which never came, I reluctantly agreed with 

 my better half that the time for camp was over. 



But after all it was not cold, but heat, that 

 forced us to strike our second Herzegovinian camp. 

 A little before the middle of December the wind 

 chopped right round. For seventeen days we 

 were treated to a gale of wind (scirocco), rain, 



