EIGHTH DAY, 131 
“auen,” and beyond 
bank we saw the splendid Hungarian 
them the vast low-lying plains, curving like the sea and 
finally vanishing from our sight, lost among the clouds 
and sky. 
We could look over Southern Hungary as over a map. 
There blue-looking marshes alternated with green strips of 
cultivation and golden sandy heaths, while the villages stood 
out like white dots. To the south the narrow plain of the 
Save lay at our feet, and through it flowed the broad river in 
its many windings. In the south-east rose the grand Servian 
hills with their countless peaks and summits, and to the 
south-west we saw through the blue haze the marvellously 
fine Alpine heights of Bosnia, those lofty mountains of the 
Balkan peninsula which are so rich in natural beauties, and 
whose picturesque forms make them so exceptionally striking. 
That-part of the country forcibly recalled to my recollec- 
tion the still more imposing heights of Albania, Montenegro, 
and Dalmatia, and I stayed a long time at this spot enjoying 
the magnificent scene, while the forester told me the names 
of each separate hill, and showed me the position of the 
Servian town of Sabac, and where Belgrade, the capital of that 
principality, lay; for the hill which rises near that city has a 
very decided shape and is visible a long way off. He also 
told me that from this point the thunder of the cannon during 
the Turko-Servian war had been distinctly heard. 
Having rested, we proceeded on our way to the nest of a 
so-called Golden Eagle, keeping steadily along the mountain- 
ridge between thick bushes for some time, until the forester 
said that we must again turn towards the north side. Not 
knowing what the jagers here call Golden Eagle, I imagined 
that it was Aguila chrysaétus, and was very eager to observe 
at its nest a bird which I had only known in its winter- 
quarters. 
A narrow footpath running along steep slopes covered with 
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