SKETCHES OF SPORT IN HUNGARY. 397 
As soon as I heard the heavy beats of the eagle’s wings and 
caught sight of it in the high grass I fired, killing the bird 
dead, and on hurrying -up I found a splendid old Imperial 
Hagle. 
The Ravens were still flying round the confines of the 
place, so I sent some shot after them, but missed, the distance 
being too great ; and as it was now time to depart, I fired a 
ball at a vulture which was circling high over my head. It 
seemed as if the bullet had grazed either its wing or its body, 
for the bird turned in the air and fell so far that both I and 
my jiiger thought it was already ours; but it recovered, and 
flapping up again flew away in a straight line over the hills. 
We now had to hasten home, for a fox hunt had been 
arranged for the same day ; so a sapling was quickly procured 
to be used as a carrying-pole, and hanging my spoil upon it 
we marched down the valley, my jiger shouldering one end 
and I the other. 
I have often carried Griffon and other vultures, and even 
on one occasion a Limmergeyer, besides all the different 
species of Huropean eagles, but none of them ever seemed to 
be so heavy as this vulture, and I was much delighted with 
my booty. 
On that day my brother-in-law and the Grand Duke had 
but little luck, and unfortunately returned empty-handed. 
