Photo from "A Lriiibh Oil 

 Percy Henderson. 



HI the Jialkans." By Major 

 B. Ljippincott Co. 



A BOSNIAN TURK AND HIS SON 



Turkish boj^s up to three or four years of age 

 are dressed much in the same way as their sisters, 

 except that their trousers are a little tighter about 

 the ankle and they wear no shawl. 



Photo from "A British Officer in the Balkans." By Major Percy 

 Henderson. J. B. Lippincott Co. 



SOUTH HE:RZE;G0VINIAN woman AND RAGUSANS 



and through the narrow streets. It 

 is a beautiful example of the Venetian 

 gothic of the fifteenth century, richly 

 adorned with carving, and surmounted 

 by an octagonal dome. Here also the 

 streets are filled with strange and bril- 

 liant costumes ; red is the predominat- 

 ing color. From Sebenico a railroad 

 runs to Spalato, and also into the in- 

 terior ; but it has no connections out- 

 side Dalmatia. 



The next important station is Trau — 

 important, at least, from the tourist's 

 point of view, for this little town is 

 one of the best worth seeing in all 

 Dalmatia ; but commercially the case 

 is different, and only a few of the 

 steamers stop there. We had chosen 

 the Danubio partly for the very pur- 

 pose of seeing Trau, and the time- 

 table gave us a full hour there. 



Trau, called by the Romans Trag- 

 urium, was a city even before the time 

 of Christ. Later it was one of the 

 strongholds of Venice, as the towers, 

 walls, and public buildings testify. It 

 occupies the entire surface of a small 

 island lying between a larger island, 

 Bua, and the mainland. From every 

 direction it presents a ravishingly 

 picturesque appearance, both for 

 the natural beauty of its situation 

 and for its wonderful architecture. 

 The traveler longs to walk through 

 every street and examine every 

 house, but he must devote special 

 attention to the cathedral, the most 

 interesting church in Dalmatia. 



We were examining the quaint 

 sculptures of its portal, when we 

 heard a whistle ; but as only a 

 quarter of our hour had elapsed, 

 we paid no attention. A few min- 

 utes later, however, our wander- 

 ing course through the maze of 

 narrow streets brought us unex- 

 pectedly back to the broad land- 

 ing-place, where we saw the Da- 

 nubio calmly sailing off through 

 the raised drawbridge, and headed 

 for Spalato, whose towers we 

 could dimly see ten miles distant 

 across the bay. 



We consulted our watches, our 

 time-tables, and some of the na- 

 tives ; but there was no denying 

 the fact that the Danubio had left 

 us behind. We knew that she 

 would remain at Spalato until six 



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