172 FIFTEEN DAYS ON THE DANUBE. 
a couple of queer-looking men, not calculated to inspire much 
confidence ; and these were, with the exception of a few herds- 
men, the only human beings not belonging to our party 
whom we had encountered during the whole of our wander- 
ings in the Fruska-Gora. Wretched clothes in perfect 
tatters covered their sturdy forms, and their whole appear- 
ance was of the thorough South Slavonic type. They asked 
us the way to Cerevié, and a little while afterwards again 
emerged from the wood, having apparently taken a short cut, 
and run after us. One of them, a young man of about 
twenty, drew himself up in good military style, and told me 
that he belonged to the reserve of the Grand Duke Leopold’s 
ddrd Regiment of Infantry, and that he was now on his way 
to the manceuvres, but had no money for continuing his 
journey, as he had been driven away by the cholera from 
Southern Bulgaria, where throughout the winter he had been 
in service with the Russians as a woodcutter in their various 
‘amps. After receiving a slight gratuity they vanished as 
quickly as they had appeared. 
Our road now led us up and down, along steep hillsides, 
over wooded summits, and through little glades and thickets 
to the “ Prince Hugene’s road” already mentioned. Along 
this we drove a short way, and then turned towards the 
northern slopes of the mountains, where a steep wretched 
track, along part of which we had to walk, brought us into 
regions already familiar to us; for we passed a Sea-Hagle’s 
nest lately visited by Bombelles, at which the forester said 
Prince Hohenlohe had killed a Cinereous Vulture some years 
ago, and which was now inhabited by Sea-Eagles. We 
afterwards arrived at the place where I had pursued the 
Cinereous Vultures on the first afternoon. The terrible con- 
dition of the forest-roads that we traversed during this drive 
baffles all description ; but the views they afforded us of the 
lonely woodland valleys and the lofty rustling beech woods 
