Through Bosnia and Herzegovina with a Paint Brush

THROUGH BOSNIA AND HERZEGOVINA WITH A PAINT BRUSH.
PRINTED AND PUBLISHED BY WILLIAM DRESSER AND SONS, DARLINGTON.

A Street in Saràjevo, Bosnia.
BY MRS. E. R. WHITWELL, Author of “Spain as we found it,” and “Through Corsica with a Paint Brush.”
DARLINGTON: WILLIAM DRESSER AND SONS, LONDON: SIMPKIN MARSHALL, HAMILTON, KENT AND CO., LD.
The following sketches and notes were originally intended as personal reminiscences of a very interesting and enjoyable holiday spent in a country somewhat out of the beaten track. But changes forecasted by the authoress having become actual fact, and the countries described assuming a prominent feature of recent international concern, it is hoped that the production of this little volume will prove of such interest as warrants its publication beyond the circle originally intended.
The Friarage, Yarm-on-Tees, January, 1909 .
TIRRING times are these when the whole of Europe has to give its opinion, and I may say decision, as to whether Austria may snap up Bosnia and Herzegovina, and Bulgaria may assert her independence and style her princeling a Tzar, which seems crowing rather loud and savours of the bantam in the poultry yard! However, we shall see what happens in the near future; meanwhile I am thinking that a very interesting tour I made through these provinces with my paint brush, may be attractive to those who take an interest in other nations and other countries. Several books have already been written on Dalmatia, but I do not think any have been illustrated by the brush, and I have seen no books on Bosnia and Herzegovina, or that barren, wild country Montenegro, with its range after range of rocky, jagged mountains.
I have been twice in Dalmatia, the first time we sailed on our yacht Vanadis from Venice, touching at Pola—a stormy passage of eight hours. At Pola itself there was not much for me to see beyond a fine Roman amphitheatre, two gates and two temples. It is the centre of the Austrian naval base, and was bristling with ironclads; our Captain elected to steam calmly in among them, but we had soon to make a retreat, piloted to the other side of the harbour by some Jack Tars, who were each presented with a cigar for the “entente cordiale” of the nations.