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A. cratcegi, and P. egeria. On the drive back to Gorazda we 

 were overtaken by the car, and abandoning the carriage to the 

 care of the driver, we all crowded into it — seven of us all told, 

 belonging to four different nationalities, and each trying to 

 narrate in his own tongue the events of the day. Mr. Barraud 

 had done no butterfly-hunting, but the car, after adventures 

 many and amusing, had succeeded in reaching Plevlje, in the 

 sandjak of Novi-Bazar, where its appearance caused a great 

 sensation. 



A day's collecting at Gorazda yielded poor results. In the 

 morning we lost ourselves in the cow-tracks among the scrub on 

 the mountains, and got nothing but a few specimens of T. ilicis, 

 while my most notable capture in the afternoon was a bleached 

 E.janira, which might have come from the New Forest. 



From Gorazda we went on to the town of Foca, a quaint and 

 curious place on Austrian territory, but thoroughly Turkish in 

 its appearance, with many mosques and picturesque but squalid 

 bazaars. Like all these border towns it was full of the soldiers 

 of the Emperor Franz Josef. The morning of June 25th, the 

 day after our arrival, was intensely hot, and as we climbed up 

 to a Dervish monastery on a hill above the town, it was evident 

 that a storm was brewing. However, as time was precious, we 

 persevered, and on a grassy slope we secured a few specimens of 

 Melanargia galatea var. turcica, a darker form of the species than 

 I had taken elsewhere. The only other capture worth mention 

 was a large and well-marked female C.pamphilus of the southern 

 summer form, with unusually broad dark borders, especially to the 

 hind wings. But the storm was quickly gathering, and hardly had 

 we got back to the town before it burst upon us with all its fury. 

 After lunch we left Fo9a in torrential rain, which fortunately did 

 not last long, for a thirty miles drive to the station of Ustipaca, 

 on the wonderful eastern railway which Austria has built for 

 strategic purposes through apparently inaccessible gorges right 

 up to the Servian border line, where it abruptly stops. From 

 Ustipaca we caught the evening train back to Sarajevo. 



Our next excursion was to the better wooded country in the 

 north-west of Bosnia, travelling by railway from the capital to 

 Jajce, one of the most interesting and historic places in the 

 Balkans. Here there is an excellent hotel, with a landlord 

 who speaks English. Near Jajce is an idyllic spot called 

 Jesero, about three hours' walk up the valley of the Pliva, 

 and on the morning of June 29th we drove there, intending 

 to explore the valley beyond the village and walk home in 

 the afternoon. The road to Jesero led by the side of two 

 pretty lakes of the same name, and in the village a govern- 

 ment resthouse has been erected, where a simple lunch, in 

 which trout from the river is the chief item, can be obtained. 

 The morning was bright, and as we passed through the village 



