394 SKETCHES OF SPORT IN HUNGARY. 



white houses perched among the steep slopes and gardens of 

 the Slavonian bank, as well as the Fruska-Gora beckoning 

 to us from afar, and the wide low-lying plains of Hungary on 

 the other side of the river. 



Our vessel steamed slowly up and put into the landing- 

 place, where the friendly inhabitants of the place welcomed 

 us with shouts of " Zivio !" the firing of guns and the ringing 

 of bells, and the two kind proprietors of the Fruska-Gora 

 came on deck to escort us to the carriages which were waiting 

 close by. 



Count Rudolf Chotek wished my brother-in-law, the Grand 

 Duke, and myself to visit the nightly roosting-place of a 

 colony of Eagles, so we got into the carriages for the short 

 bit of the road that leads deep down into the valley, while the 

 ponies, most of which were of Bosnian breed, followed us 

 under the superintendence of my old acquaintance Petrovics, 

 the manager of the stables. 



The deeper we penetrated into the labyrinth of wooded 

 mountains the more beautiful was the scenery, and I was soon 

 convinced that this splendid region has especial charms not 

 only in spring but also in autumn. We halted at a turn of 

 the road, and mounting the ponies continued our way under 

 the guidance of the excellent keeper Dolezal and the forester 

 Kafka, two old acquaintances with whom I had rambled 

 through these districts a couple of years ago. 



The ponies almost sank in a sea of rustling leaves and we 

 made but slow progress, but at last reached our destination, 

 where the Grand Duke and Pausinger were posted on one 

 side of a meadow, and my brother-in-law on the other. I, 

 however, had to make a detour in order to get to the place 

 allotted to me. 



While there, a very heavy fourteen-pointed stag, appeared 

 in front of me within a few paces. The wind was good and 

 the noble animal was browsing quietly, but the Hungarian 



