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 



