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bank we saw the splendid Hungarian " auen," and beyond 

 them the vast low-lying plains, curving like the sea and 

 finally vanishing from our sight, lost among the clouds 

 and sky. 



We could look over Southern Hungary as over a map. 

 There blue-looking marshes alternated with green strips of 

 cultivation and golden sandy heaths, while the villages stood 

 out like white dots. To the south the narrow plain of the 

 Save lay at our feet, and through it flowed the broad river in 

 its many windings. In the south-east rose the grand Servian 

 hills with their countless peaks and summits, and to the 

 south-west we saw through the blue haze the marvellously 

 fine Alpine heights of Bosnia, those lofty mountains of the 

 Balkan peninsula which are so rich in natural beauties, and 

 whose picturesque forms make them so exceptionally striking. 



That part of the country forcibly recalled to my recollec- 

 tion the still more imposing heights of Albania, Montenegro, 

 and Dalmatia, and I stayed a long time at this spot enjoying 

 the magnificent scene, while the forester told me the names 

 of each separate hill, and showed me the position of the 

 Servian town of Sabac, and where Belgrade, the capital of that 

 principality, lay; for the hill which rises near that city has a 

 very decided shape and is visible a long way off. He also 

 told me that from this point the thunder of the cannon during 

 the Turko-Servian war had been distinctly heard. 



Having rested, we proceeded on our way to the nest of a 

 so-calle.d Golden Eagle, keeping steadily along the mountain- 

 ridge between thick bushes for some time, until the forester 

 said that we must again turn towards the north side. Not 

 knowing what the jagers here call Golden Eagle, I imagined 

 that it was Aquila chrysaetus, and was very eager to observe 

 at its nest a bird which I had only known in its winter- 

 quarters. 



A narrow footpath running along steep slopes covered with 



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