386 IN THE LAND OF THE BORA. 



but of course, as he had a wife and child, and 

 probably a sheep and goat or two, at Kazice, he 

 had to go. Before going he called rue moj otac 

 (my father) — an imagery exactly like that of the 

 Hindoo who sometimes in a similar case addresses 

 his employer as mabap. 



We found Mostar much changed during our 

 few months' absence, and many of our friends — 

 prefect, sub-prefects, soldiers, and civilians — were 

 gone. There were physical changes, too, in the 

 shape of a fair number of new houses, and even 

 of a new road. But these were to be expected. 

 Our own stay was only to be a limited one, and 

 there was so much to do that there was little time 

 for sport. A fox-hunt or two, and a few hours 

 at the snipe and woodcock with the good friends 

 between whom I afterwards divided my little pack, 

 comprised the whole of it. 



By the end of January our arrangements were 

 all made, and the closing scene of our Herzego- 

 vinian experience — the assembly of the few friends 

 left in the place, the companions of many a hunt and 

 many a cheery evening in the garrison casino, round 

 our railway carriage door — took place on the 31st. 



Before our train had crossed the frontier our 

 tongues had been busy with the past — a pleasant 

 retrospect indeed — and we had both agreed that 

 for good fellowship, hospitality, and kindness to 

 strangers, the Herzegovina would indeed be "bad 

 to beat." 





