I had no difficulty in keeping a straight path, for, once I had rowed across the creek, the old church of St.Sava rose before me in stately gloom.

This was the spot where many generations of the noblest of the Land of the Blue Mountains had from time immemorial been laid to rest, amongst them the Vissarions.

Again, I found the opposite cliffs pierced here and there with caves, some with wide openings,--others the openings of which were partly above and partly below water.

I could, however, find no means of climbing the cliff at this part, and had to make a long detour, following up the line of the creek till further on I found a piece of beach from which ascent was possible.

Here I ascended, and found that I was on a line between the Castle and the southern side of the mountains.
I saw the church of St.Sava away to my right, and not far from the edge of the cliff.