14-t FIFTEEN DAYS ON THE DANUBE. 



Count Chotek, stayed with us until he had seen that we were 

 comfortably housed, and then left us and went back to 

 Cere vie. 



We now had supper served, our cook being Bombelles' 

 valet, a worthy Dalmatian, who had been lent to us by his 

 master, and who displayed a truly delightful skill. Our meal 

 being over, both we and the jagers retired to rest, fatigued 

 with the day's exertions, and perfect silence reigned in the 

 shooting*lodge. 



The windows were low, the house had but one ordinary 

 door, the surrounding fence was not high, and the remoteness 

 of the district suggested all sorts of ideas of wandering robber 

 bands both to my brother-in-law and myself. Southern 

 Hungary and, still more, Slavonia where it borders on Bosnia 

 and Servia are in this respect by no means safe, and it would 

 be hard to find a mountain-region offering greater facilities 

 to such rascals than the Fruska-Gora. 



We had taken my black pointer into the room for our 

 protection, and he slept on one of the two wolf-skins which 

 decorated the chamber, and which had been taken from 

 animals killed in these mountains. My brother-in-law also 

 placed his gun beside his bed and laid out some cartridges ; 

 but unfortunately all these precautions were made in vain, 

 for a little adventure with robbers would have been very 

 entertaining, and before going to sleep we really longed for 

 the possibility of such an occurrence. 



