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box). This was secured with two brass paper 

 fasteners. 



I incontinently put him down as a wandering 

 lunatic, but he introduced himself as a travelling 

 tailor, working at the gendarmerie barracks, and 

 solicited an order for a suit. I need hardly say I 

 did not close with this offer, which refusal did not 

 prevent his shaking hands effusively and sajdng 

 that he was very glad to have made my acquaint- 

 ance, and to have seen the tent. After he had 

 gone we had a hearty laugh at our queer caller. 



At last, on the evening of the 27th, after a 

 fortnight's continuous wet, the longed-for change 

 came. It came in the shape of one of the fiercest 

 boras we had seen in camp, combined with the 

 hardest frost I have ever seen in twelve hours. 

 Our new camp was less sheltered than the old one, 

 and the wind split up the outer fly, scorched as it 

 was by the fires of nearly four months ; but its 

 work was ended, and we could afford to laugh at 

 the mishap. 



Camp was finally struck on the morning of the 

 29th ; and whilst I was in the act of superintend- 

 ing the operation, I received the news of a sad and 

 quite unexpected bereavement, which, in any case, 

 would have put an end to a pleasure trip. 



So we started off on our return journey sadly 

 enough, winding up and up the steep hillside below 

 Glavaticevo. When we had nearly reached the 



