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did I really realize what the cold had been, for the 

 pain of returning circulation to one's ears, hands, 

 etc., was almost unbearable. However, before our 

 dinner was ready we were better. 



Next morning we were off before half-past 

 eight, only to repeat the same experience in the 

 Kuiste Pass. I pushed on until I reached a build- 

 ing at the bottom — a cattle-shed it turned out to 

 be. I soon persuaded the boy in charge of it to 



evict his beasts, and by the time E arrived I 



had a fire burning up. Our men, of course, wanted 

 to go to a han in the next village, but I pushed on 

 to Mirichan, where we lunched. It was strange to 

 hear, as I did from a lugar* who happened to be 

 there, of the death of my poor friend Miller at the 

 very spot where we had rendezvous for several 

 sporting expeditions — notably for the bear-shoot at 

 which the Archduke was present, when the arrange- 

 ments were principally made by him. An hour or 

 so later we reached the Hotel Narenta at Mostar. 



As on our first arrival in the capital, a fierce 

 bora was blowing ; but this time it continued to do 

 so for thirty-three days (with the exception of one 

 which was wet) — rather a sickener. As soon as we 

 were settled, our faithful Duran left us, and parted 

 with tears on his side, and without counting the 

 money I gave him — an unheard-of trait in a 

 Herzegovinian. I own I was sorry to lose him, 



* Forest-keeper. 



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