EIGHTH DAY. 141 
country, and a ring of peasant girls in their gay dresses were 
dancing the national dance called “Kolo” in the square 
in front of the church, a harshly sounding bagpipe being the 
sole musical accompaniment to this wild and singular perform- 
ance, which somewhat reminded one of the dances of the 
South-Sea islanders. The people had heard of my arrival in 
this part of the country, and, recognizing me by my Styrian 
attire, which they evidently regarded with the greatest 
astonishment, greeted me in the heartiest manner, and the 
whole population followed our traps far beyond the village— 
an easy thing to do, for with our tired horses we could only 
crawl along this miserable road at a walk. 
After a long drive up and down hill over the little out- 
lying heights, we caught sight of the Danube just beyond 
them; and I must confess to being rather glad to see it, re- 
minding me, as it did, of the steamer and of a good hot dinner. 
We now soon got on to the main road at the river’s edge, and 
as our tired horses would no longer trot we galloped along 
down-stream, with the water on our left and a succession of 
steep hills on our right, reaching Gerevié in an hour. During 
-the last part of the drive I noticed a good many birds, for 
herons and ducks of all sorts were flying over the river, while 
close to the road were Red-backed Shrikes and a great variety 
of small birds. Near the meadow by which our steamer lay 
I saw on the solitary telegraph-wire which the posts carried a 
gaily-coloured little bird, which subsequently turned out to 
be a somewhat peculiar variety of the Whinchat; but taking 
it, at first sight, for a Stonechat I jumped out and quickly 
shot it. 
A few minutes after this last incident we arrived on board 
the steamer all right. There my companions were already 
assembled, and were awaiting my rather tardy return with 
lively expectations. I produced a pretty good effect on the 
sportsmen by the huge Cinereous Vulture, but the Pygmy 
