SEVENTH DAY. 125 
that they had no springs, and consisted of a simple wooden 
framework bound together with ropes, that saved them from 
destruction. Count Chotek now kindly offered us his cart, 
and seated himself in one of those which were following. 
It was a splendid cloudless night, and countless stars were 
shining in the heavens. Behind us lay the summits of the 
Fruska-Gora enveloped in the blue mists of evening, and 
before us, towards the Hungarian plains, everything was 
indistinctly blended together. We reached Gerevit after a 
wearisome and apparently endless drive, and blessed the 
moment when we stepped on board. Delightful as these 
regions are, the getting about in them is miserable, and we 
were more tired from the incessant shaking than if we had 
walked twice as many hours. Just before arriving at the 
place where our vessel lay, we met Brehm and Homeyer, 
who had but that moment returned from the nests. I 
shouted out to them a long way off to ask what they had 
shot, and to our great, and Count Chotek’s still greater, 
astonishment, Homeyer quickly answered that he had bagged 
a Griffon Vulture. Brehm and his friend had both visited 
the same nest, and had clambered up towards it in the full 
expectation of seeing a Cinereous Vulture; but on nearing 
the place a great Griffon Vulture whizzed out of it, and 
Homeyer had luckily brought it down with shot. He was 
justly proud of this rare booty, which was so highly interesting 
to all of us, especially as only a few hours ago this very bird 
had been pointed out to us by Count Chotek as being a rare 
inhabitant of these mountains. Brehm was quite undeceived, 
and had to admit that he was wrong, for the nest of the 
Griffon Vulture was simply situated on an oak tree, in a place 
where for far and wide no rocks were to be found. 
The Griffon Vulture is characterized by its coffee-brown 
plumage, yellowish neck-rufle, white head and neck, and 
broad rounded tail, and is, on the whole, only slightly smaller 
