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TENTH DAY. 
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It was early in the morning, and the sun had hardly risen, 
when my brother-in-law and I left our cabins and hastened 
on deck to look at the weather. Yesterday evening we had 
been afraid that it would be a wet disagreeable day, for the 
sky was heavily overcast when we retired to rest. However, 
a pretty strong east wind had kept off the rain, and only a 
thin light grey covering of cloud lay over the horizon, while 
in the east one could already see various patches of clear 
blue sky. There was therefore every prospect of the weather 
becoming quite clear towards noon, and of our having a very 
fine day for shooting. 
By degrees all the gentlemen assembled on deck, and after 
breakfast Count Chotek came to fetch us for our excursion. 
My brother-in-law was to visit the nests of a Cinereous 
Vulture and of some other birds. Bombelles wished to take 
with him my clever jiger, Beck, and to go to the very 
shy pair of Sea-Hagles which I had missed two days ago. 
Brehm was anxious to betake himself to the Cinereous 
Vulture’s nest where I had been so unlucky on the first after- 
noon of our arrival in the Fruska-Gora ; and Homeyer felt 
an attraction towards the place where he had so fortunately 
bagged the rare Griffon Vulture, and resolved to go back and 
see whether the male bird would return to its nest. 
Before me lay a long and distant expedition, for I was to 
go beyond the domains of Count Chotek, which extend over 
the northern and southern slopes and ridges of the Fruska- 
Gora, and to shoot in the forests belonging to some Greek 
