Through the richest land, forming part of the ancient banat of Matchva, which was in the earlier periods of Servian and Hungarian history so often a source of conflict and contention, we approached distant grey hills, which gradually rose from the horizon, and, losing their indistinctness, revealed a chain so charmingly accidented, that I quickened my pace, as if about to enter a fairy region.  Thick turf covered the pasture lands; the old oak and the tender sapling diversified the plain.  Some clouds hung on the horizon, whose delicate lilac and fawn tints, forming a harmonizing contrast with the deep deep blue of the heavens, showed the transparency of the atmosphere, and brought healthful elevation of spirits.  Even the brutes bespoke the harmony of creation; for, singular to say, we saw several crows perched on the backs of swine!

Towards evening, we entered a region of cottages among gardens inclosed by bushes, trees, and verdant fences, with the rural quiet and cleanliness of an English village in the last century, lighted up by an Italian sunset.  Having crossed the little bridge, a pandour, who was sitting under the willows, rose, came forward, and, touching his hat, presented the Natchalnik’s compliments, and said that he was instructed to conduct me to his house.  Losnitza is situated on the last undulation of the Gutchevo range, as the mountains we had all day kept in view were called.  So leaving the town on our left, we struck into a secluded path, which wound up the hill, and in ten minutes we dismounted at a house having the air of a Turkish villa, which overlooked the surrounding country, and was entered by an enclosed court-yard with high walls.

The Natchalnik of Losnitza was a grey-headed tall gaunt figure, who spoke very little; but as the Bosniac frontier is subject to troubles he had been selected for his great personal courage, for he had served under Kara Georg from 1804.[5]

Natchalnik.  “It is not an easy matter to keep things straight; the population on this side is all organized, so as to concentrate eight thousand men in a few hours.  The Bosniacs are all armed; and as the two populations detest each other cordially, and are separated only by the Drina, the public tranquillity often incurs great danger:  but whenever a crisis is at hand I mount my horse and go to Mahmoud Pasha at Zwornik; and the affair is generally quietly settled with a cup of coffee.”

Author.  “Ay, ay; as the Arabs say, the burning of a little tobacco saves the burning of a great deal of powder.  What is the population of Zwornik?”

Natchalnik.  “About twelve or fifteen thousand; the place has fallen off; it had formerly between thirty and forty thousand souls.”

Author.  “Have you had any disputes lately?”

Natchalnik.  “Why, yes; Great Zwornik is on the Bosniac side of the Drina; but Little Zwornik on the Servian side is also held by Moslems.  Not long ago the men of Little Zwornik wished to extend their domain; but I planted six hundred men in a wood, and then rode down alone and warned them off.  They treated me contemptuously; but as soon as they saw the six hundred men issuing from the wood they gave up the point:  and Mahmoud Pasha admitted I was right; but he had been afraid to risk his popularity by preventive measures.”