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side, while a magnificent pair of Golden Eagles, 

 the probable owners of it, were searching the 

 surrounding country. 



This line goes as far as Gravosa, on the Adriatic, 

 from which the steamers of the Austrian- Lloyd 

 Company run about twice a week to the various 

 ports down the coast. 



The scenery of the Dalmatian coast is disappoint- 

 ing. Monotonous and depressing in the extreme 

 as it is, however, the frequent small ports are in- 

 teresting, and some of them picturesque. The 

 entrance into Cattaro, the famed Bocca di Cattaro, 

 is very fine. It is heavily fortified by Austria, and 

 photography is strictly forbidden on the boats. More 

 because it was forbidden than from any expectation 

 of doing any good, I tried to get some photographs 

 from the porthole of my cabin ; the results, however, 

 were not encouraging. Cattaro is the last Austrian 

 port, being at the southern extremity of Dalmatia, 

 close to the Montenegrin frontier. The next two 

 ports, Antivari and Dulcigno, belong to that country. 

 The latter of these, Dulcigno, was my destination, 

 for I had been advised at Serajevo to try there first 

 for Pelecanus crispus, as being safer than the neigh- 

 bouring country of Albania, whose inhabitants bear 

 a reputation not of the best. In fact, from what I 

 had heard, I had a decided unwillingness to have 

 anything more to do with them than I could possibly 

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