ELEVENTH DAY. 183 
The time for saying good-bye at last came ; so we all got 
into the ‘ Vienna,’ and prepared to go over to the Hungarian 
side. The inhabitants were all assembled on the meadow 
outside the village ; and at the last moment a young Servian 
girl gave me a bouquet, while all waved their hats as a 
parting greeting. We now slanted towards the left bank, 
and, rounding an island thickly overgrown with willow 
‘bushes, turned into one of the arms of the river, and 
approached the village of Futak through a narrow belt of 
woods. Grey, Purple, and Squacco Herons, Terns, and 
Kites flew over us, and White Storks were standing by the 
bank and on the tops of the houses. A number of people 
who had assembled at the landing-place gave me an enthu- 
siastic welcome ; and among the carriages which were there 
awaiting us was a very smart four-in-hand, belonging to — 
Count Chotek. Our arrangements were now quickly made. 
The two Savants were sent off by the Count to the little 
stretch of “auen” up-stream, where there were some nests of 
the smaller hawks; while my brother-in-law and I, accom- 
panied by our kind host, were to take a drive to the woods 
below the village, instructions having been given that the 
steamer should meet us at Futak by a certain hour, in order 
that we might resume our journey. 
Everything being settled, we drove in the four-in-hand 
through the village, where the breadth of the streets and the 
style of the buildings were thoroughly Hungarian ; but the 
cleanliness of the houses and gardens clearly showed that 
they belonged to Swabian colonists, by whom Futak is 
altogether peopled. 
The Count’s castle stands in a park at the further end 
of the village; but it was at present in a very woful con- 
dition, having been much damaged by a recent fire. Close 
behind it we turned to the north, and drove out into the 
“puszta.”” Before us lay the broad Hungarian plains, the 
