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There was a heavy mist, but it began to break up, and through peepholes
one caught fleeting glimpses of distant patterning of field and forest,
and hints of great hills. The sun showed like a great pale moon on the
horizon. There were other travellers on the old Turkish trail, horsemen,
Bosnians in great dark claret-coloured turbans, or Montenegrins in their
flat khaki caps, peasants in dirty white cotton pyjamas, thumping before
them animals with pack-swollen sides, soldiers only recognizable from
the peasants by the rifle on their backs, and Turks; most were jolly
fellows, and hailed us cheerfully.
From a house by the roadside burst a sheep, followed by five men. They
chased the animal down the road whistling to it. We had never heard that
whistling was effectual with sheep, and certainly it did not succeed
very well in this instance.
Somewhere beyond this house Jan's inside began to cry for food, two
biscuits and a cup of _cafe au lait_ being little upon which to found a
long day's riding.


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