388 IN THE LAND OP THE BORA. 



across the narrow isthmus and survey the enor- 

 mous walls which shut it off from the mainland — 

 an old-time natural fortress. At Stagno Grande 

 a rather larger steamer was waiting for us. Un- 

 fortunately, it was the eve of the festa of St. 

 Blaise, the patron saint of Kagusa, and the boat 

 was crowded with holiday-makers. At every port 

 more joined us, till there was scarcely standing 

 room, and the hold was crammed with live newly 

 born lambs with their legs tied together, which 

 were handled like parcels — a very cruel method 

 of treatment. 



Among other places we called at Luka, in the 

 island of Giupana, and at Cannosa, both of which 

 we had the year before marked down as camping- 

 places, and very pretty they both would have 

 been. The plane trees of Cannosa are one of the 

 sights of Dalmatia. It has been said that these 

 trees, even more than the palms of Ragusa, remind 

 one of the proximity of the East. Needless to 

 say, they are of great antiquity, perhaps even as 

 old as the celebrated plane trees at Buyukdere, on 

 the Bosphorus, under which Godefroi de Bouillon 

 is said to have rested on his way to the crusades. 



From Cannosa we steered back again to Cala- 

 motta to pick up more passengers, mostly sea-sick, 

 for there was a considerable "lop" on; and then 

 at last, after a voyage of nearly twelve hours, we 

 reached Gravosa, the port of Bagusa. 



