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THIRTEEN TA DAY: 
THERE was a general stir on board the steamer at the first 
break of day, and with very sleepy eyes we went on deck to 
admire the lovely sunrise and to get ready for the chase. 
At nine o’clock a great wolf-drive was to come off in a 
more distant part of the Kovil forest ; so we had arranged 
that each of us should pursue his ornithological sport before 
the commencement of the official manceuvres organized by the 
Corporation. Brehm was anxious to return to the flooded 
wood, in order to again study and afterwards shoot the Pen- 
duline Tits. Leopold and I wished to pay a morning visit to 
the Imperial and Sea-Hagles in the Kovil forest ; while Bom- 
belles and Homeyer intended to remain on board, and not to 
join us until the wolf-drive took place. 
Breakfast was soon over, and we were now ready to land 
and set off, but found to our horror that there were no carts, 
though precise orders had been given about them yesterday, 
and the forester, who is appointed by the Hungarian Govern- 
ment, had been kind enough to take the personal direction of 
the whole business, and had promised that they should certainly 
be ready at the appointed time. 
There we stood waiting on the bank for a whole long hour, 
not in the most amiable tempers, for we had lost the best time 
of the morning both for sleeping and for the eagles’ nests in 
a most unnecessary way. At last Mr. Forester—a Hungarian 
sportsman in the full and terrible sense of the word—appeared 
with the carts ; and on our asking him in pretty plain terms 
why he was so late, he replied with a perfectly satisfied look, 
