NINTH DAY, 151 
had brought over the Danube in barges as soon as they heard 
of our arrival, while the millers belonging to the floating 
boat-mills near the island, and their entire families, were 
streaming towards us. These people cheered us in the 
heartiest way, and ran after us at every step, even following 
us up to the nest; so of course it was all up with the eagle, 
and we did not even get a sight of it. 
As we could do nothing here, we wasted no more time, but 
crossed the river, landed on the right bank, got into the 
vehicles which were ready waiting, drove a little way along 
a highroad, and then, turning in among the steep outlying 
hills by a valley almost as narrow as a ravine, reached the 
plateau above by an incredibly rough track, and afterwards 
followed a remarkably well-kept avenue to one of Count 
Chotek’s farms. To the south-east we saw in the distance the 
mountains of the Fruska-Gora, separated from the perfectly 
level plateau on which we were by a thickly wooded chain of 
very low hills that might really be regarded as their spurs. 
Close behind the farm, where we now separated in various 
directions, was a very pretty oak wood, the character of 
which, as well as that of the sandy roads of this district, 
reminded me of the neighbourhoods of Pest and Gédolls. 
My brother-in-law struck off by another road to an 
Imperial Hagle’s nest, Bombelles was to have some smaller 
ones shown to him, and I was also to pay a visit to the eyrie 
of an Imperial Eagle. For about three quarters of an hour 
I drove over little hills and dales, where the valleys were 
covered by meadows, fields, and pastures, and the woods were 
all composed of stunted oaks, while the roads, where they 
crossed the many open tracts of country, were ornamented by 
avenues of acacias. After some time we reached a higher 
point, whence we could see the whole of this outlying land, 
with the Fruska-Gora in the background, and, far away in 
another direction, the Servian mountains, and even the 
