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ELEVENTH DAY. 
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Axovt half-past two our jaigers awoke us; and when we had 
quickly disposed of the chocolate prepared by the worthy 
Dionisio, our guns and ammunition were got ready, and 
again we sallied out into the dark woods of the Fruska-Gora. 
It was a disagreeable morning, for the sky had clouded over 
during the night and not a star was visible. We drove 
along the bottom of the valley at a slow trot, followed by 
two grooms riding the ponies with which we had been 
furnished, our route being precisely the same as that by 
which I had descended last evening ; and if it had proved 
unpleasant in the daylight, one can imagine what it was 
at night—especially those steep narrow slopes which led up 
to the mountain-heights. 
We often had to get out of the carts and walk behind 
them a long way, while woodcutters with lanterns ran in 
front of the horses to show the road. I remember one place 
which neither Leopold nor I much liked, though we are not 
at all nervous or afraid of bad roads; for on the right, close 
to the road, a steep slope descended into a deep valley, and 
on the left the hillside dropped sheer down into the depths 
below within a foot of the track. There was, however, 
but a small stretch of this sort of thing. 
After driving about two hours, we began the last steep 
incline before reaching “ Prince Hugene’s road” on the crest 
of the mountains, and here we resolved to abandon the 
carts; so, calling up the. grooms, we mounted Count 
Chotek’s capital ponies and hurried on in front, our jigers 
following on foot more quickly than if they had stuck to the 
