130 FIFTEEN DAYS ON THE DANUBE. 
Kite, too, dropped off an oak and flew lightly past me, and 
some smaller hawks were circling above us. In the morning 
all the eagles and vultures seem to go off to more remote 
districts in search of plunder, for to my great astonishment I 
did not see one of them. 
At last light shimmered through the stems of the trees, for 
we were nearing the crest of the mountain, and on gaining it 
the forester told me that we were now on the highest water- 
shed of the Fruska-Gora. A broad road here runs right along 
the almost uniformly level ridge of the mountains, and is 
known as “ Prince Eugene’s road ;” for the hero of the Turkish 
war is said to have gone by this route in order to conceal his 
troops on the march to Karlowitz. 
In the soft mud of the road I noticed the tracks of two 
large wolves, so very fresh that they could not have been 
made more than two or three hours ago. These footprints 
ran close together in the direction we were following, and the 
beasts had gone a good mile before they appeared to have 
sprung into the wood. ‘The forester informed me_ that 
wolves were unfortunately very common in these mountains, 
and did much damage among the deer and roe. It cer- 
tainly seemed to me that the difficulties of pursuing them 
here almost verged on the impossible, and I could easily 
understand that the Count’s keepers very seldom succeeded in 
shooting them. 
The view we now had from a small open glade was mar- 
vellous ; seldom have I ever seen a more superb panorama, 
and this morning has made an indelible impression on my 
memory. From where we stood we could overlook both sides 
of the network of the wooded valleys, heights, and summits of 
the Fruska-Gora, as they descended in terraces to the plains 
on either hand. To the north the broad line of the Danube, 
broken by many islands, wound along both east and west, 
following the narrow strip of treeless plain. On its further 
