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hillsides all descend to the valley from a certain point at 
a sharp incline; and where the wood finishes off with a 
few great oaks, beeches, and hawthorn thickets, there begins 
a regular moraine, such as one so often meets with in the 
glorious Alps. The breadth of this moraine is not greater 
than two hundred yards, and on both sides it is bordered 
by very stony woods. Some forty paces from the place 
where the trees terminate there rises from this débris of 
stones a group of rocky pinnacles like the dolomitic rocks 
occurring in some of the southern valleys of Tyrol or the 
remarkable formations of the Saxon and Bohemian Switzer- 
land. 
Below these pinnacles the moraine runs down to the valley 
still more abruptly, and at its base is a lovely green glade 
through which flows a noisy and stony brook, while the face 
of the opposite hill is covered with splendid beech woods. 
The place has altogether a remarkably picturesque character, 
and from the rocks there is a wonderful view along this 
wooded valley, and over the lower heights and summits down 
to the Hungarian plains. 
We easily found Brehm’s leafy hut and the kid, which 
already smelt very bad; and as soon as the forester had 
departed, we crept into the hiding-place and, getting our 
guns ready, waited patiently for something to come: but 
two or three hours passed without our seeing either an eagle 
or a vulture, even in the far distance. Some Wood-Pigeons 
and other forest-birds were playing merrily about, and we 
once heard the shrill call of the beautiful Imperial Eagle, but 
that was all. We had evidently come too early; for it was 
probably at some other time of the day that the raptorial 
birds frequented this spot, and it is remarkable with what 
regularity these creatures keep to their hours. We therefore 
recognized the futility of remaining, and left our ambush 
in very depressed spirits. 
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