ABSTRACT
IF I have dwelt at such length on these old-world heretics, it is because their tombs, more than any natural feature of the country, are connected with the memories of every sportsman in the Herzegovina. How often have these monoliths not served me as convenient seats for lunch, or places for my followers to lay down their burden of roebuck or chamois, or even as a screen behind which one could smoke a quiet pipe, sheltered from bora or rain!
