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PART III.— DALMATIA ONCE MORE. 



1896. 



CHAPTER XXXVII. 



That night we were once more in Metkovic, where 

 we found a brand-new bridge across the Narenta. 

 I fancy the natives had hardly got used to it yet, 

 for they brought our luggage across in a boat. 

 Worthy descendants of the old Narentine pirates, 

 they endeavoured to get half a sovereign out of 

 me for this service, but failed signally. The little 

 Cafe Europe had changed hands, greatly for the 

 worse. Although it was very cold, the landlord 

 absolutely refused to heat the cafe, and I don't 

 think I ever felt the cold more in my life. How- 

 ever, next morning we started in a little steamer 

 at five o'clock, and passed Fort Opus in the dark ; 

 but before we reached Trappano the sun rose, and 

 we had a perfect day. From Trappano we turned 

 back, and, calling at a couple of little ports on 

 the Sabioncello Peninsula, we reached Stagno at 

 half-past ten. Ample time was given us to walk 



