126 THE ENTOMOLOGIST. 



upon the lake, between Rjeka and Skutari, had stopped running. 

 So I changed my plans. Learning that at Rjeka, one of the 

 most beautifully situated places I visited, there was no hotel fit 

 to stop at, I decided to go on to Podgorica, upon which in a few 

 weeks the eyes of the civilized world were to be fixed, for it is the 

 border town where the Montenegrin army was mobilized, and 

 near to which the first battles of the war were fought. It was a 

 most interesting spot, and much might be written about it, but 

 I must only relate my entomological experiences. My first walk 

 was in the direction of the Turkish frontier, and here, on a hill- 

 top, both the common European forms of Papilio were flying. 

 But the wind was very strong, and although I spent a consider- 

 able time trying to catch an elusive specimen of P. machaon, 

 which appeared to me to be of a very dark orange colour, I was 

 unsuccessful, the examples of both species which fell to my net 

 being in no way remarkable. On the slope of the hill M. didyma 

 was flitting from flower to flower, and in a Turkish graveyard at 

 its foot Anthocaris,\&Y. ausonia, was present in abundance. The 

 only other noteworthy insect was Satyrus semele, of which I 

 found a fine, well-marked form on the hills round Podgorica. 

 I think the specimens were the largest I have seen, being 60 mm. 

 in expanse. The next morning I' climbed the mountain on the 

 opposite side of the town, where I found all the species of the 

 previous day, as well as Pieris rapee t P. ergane, Epinephele janira, 

 Pararge megcera, Rumicia phUms, Thecla spini, and a very pretty 

 and abundant Pyralid which was present in thousands in the 

 grass everywhere. 



Another day at Cettijne permitted me to visit again the 

 Belvedere, where I added Polyommatus astrarche and Pararge 

 egeria to the list. 



Hebzegovina. 



On Friday, June 14tb, I arrived at Mostar. I left Gravosa 

 in the early morning in bright sunshine, and from the railway, 

 high up above the shores of the Ombla, I caught sight of my old 

 hunting-ground at the source of that river. Some fine views of 

 the Adriatic on the one hand, and of the cypress-covered hills on 

 the other, were obtained ; but soon we turned inland, traversing 

 a more desolate region of bare rock and scanty cultivation. For 

 more than an hour we travelled by the side of the bed of a lake, 

 which is only a lake for about five months of the year. It was 

 for the most part dry and laid out in small patches for cultiva- 

 tion, water still covering the lower levels. When I passed it 

 again a month or so later the crops were fast approaching 

 maturity, and the cows were being pastured in places which 

 now appeared to be only mud. It was curious to notice the 

 boats lying on the hillside in spots which in winter would 

 presumably be the water's edge, but now far above the level 



