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Tired as we were after this long trip, we were 

 so impatient to see the most celebrated Dalmatian 

 town, that we decided to go in there to dinner. 

 We found the inhabitants enjoying the national 

 pastime of walking up and down attired in their 

 best clothes, and we also found what Hans Breit- 

 man calls "the hapit of sdaring at sdrangers" 

 very much en evidence. 



Next day, however, we saw Kagusa at her 

 best, the celebrated Stradone being decked with 

 Venetian masts, bunting, and flowers, the streets 

 gay with gorgeous native costumes, and the air 

 full of the combined noises of salutes and brass 

 bands. 



But for all this, at the risk of being written 

 down a Vandal, I must say that we were disap- 

 pointed with Kagusa. This perhaps is hardly the 

 fault of the place itself, which, if we had not 

 known Venice, we might have found interesting 

 enough. Unfortunately, in the last two years we 

 had heard so much of it, that our expectations 

 were pitched rather too high, and the old rival of 

 Venice failed to come up to them. 



But if the town itself proved disappointing, 

 we were quite surprised and delighted with the 

 Isle of Lacroma, which lies a few furlongs to 

 the south-west of it. The Benedictine convent, 

 originally a Franciscan one, and subsequently 

 the property of two ill-fated Austrian archdukes, 



