88 FIFTEEN DAYS ON THE DANUBE. 
to find it after a short search. Heavily laden with four 
Black Storks, we now returned to our carts, and drove off to 
the shooting-lodge as fast as possible. There we found 
Bombelles and Homeyer waiting for us with great impatience, 
for it was already high time to start on our long drive to the 
“auen” at Mohacs. Neither of them had shot anything, 
the former having only wounded a roe. After packing our 
spoils and drinking a few more glasses of the capital 
Giesshiibler water—our faithful companion on all expeditions 
—we got into the carriages in which we had driven to Keskend 
in the morning. 
A long ride running through young covers brought us to 
the northernmost end of this great forest, which was fringed by 
rich green meadows, while some patches of wood adorned 
with high trees formed the transition stage between it and 
the bare flat land. 
We now proceeded ina northerly direction, along a very 
good driving-road. On our right we saw the open country 
descending to the “auen” of the Danube in terraces of 
meadows, fields, and marshes. On our left we could still 
‘discern the dark outlines of a few large and distant woods, 
all divided from each other by open country. In one of 
them the Imperial Eagle is said to breed pretty often: at 
least so the keepers told me; but I put but slight faith in this 
assertion, as we never found the nest of this beautiful eagle 
until we had got much further south. 
The flattish undulating ground in front of us stretched up 
to a rather distant barren ridge which ran down to the bank 
of the Danube in a slanting direction. In the south rose a 
somewhat important chain of heights; and to the east were 
other mountains, among which the conical hill so often men- 
tioned now showed itself at no great distance. 
From this point the whole landscape was undeniably 
beautiful, and being on such a large scale offered much 
