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TENTH DAY. 



IT was early in the morning, and the sun had hardly risen, 

 when my brother-in-law and I left our cabins and hastened 

 on deck to look at the weather. Yesterday evening we had 

 been afraid that it would be a wet disagreeable day, for the 

 sky was heavily overcast when we retired to rest. However, 

 a pretty strong east wind had kept off the rain, and only a 

 thin light grey covering of cloud lay over the horizon, while 

 in the east one could already s* various patches of clear 

 blue sky. There was therefore every prospect of the weather 

 becoming quite clear towards noon, and of our having a very 

 fine day for shooting. 



By degrees all the gentlemen assembled on deck, and after 

 breakfast Count Chotek came to fetch us for our excursion. 

 My brother-in-law was to visit the nests of a Cinereous 

 Vulture and of some other birds. Bombelles wished to take 

 with him my clever jager, Beck, and to go to the very 

 shy pair of Sea-Eagles which I had missed two days ago. 

 Brehm was anxious to betake himself to the Cinereous 

 Vulture's nest where I had been so unlucky on the first after- 

 noon of our arrival in the Fruska-Gora ; and Homeyer felt 

 an attraction towards the place where he had so fortunately 

 bagged the rare Griffon Vulture, and resolved to go back and 

 see whether the male bird would return to its nest. 



Before me lay a long and distant expedition, for I was to 

 go beyond the domains of Count Chotek, which extend over 

 the northern and southern slopes and ridges of the Fruska- 

 Gora, and to shoot in the forests belonging to some Greek 



