394 SKETCHES OF SPORT IN HUNGARY. 
white houses perched among the steep slopes and gardens of 
the Slavonian bank, as well as the Fruska-Gora beckoning 
to us from afar, and the wide low-lying plains of Hungary on 
the other side of the river. 
Our vessel steamed slowly up and put into the landing- 
place, where the friendly inhabitants of the place welcomed 
us with shouts of “ Zivio!” the firing of guns and the ringing 
of bells, and the two kind proprietors of the Fruska-Gora 
came on deck to escort us to the carriages which were waiting 
close by. 
Count Rudolf Chotek wished my brother-in-law, the Grand 
Duke, and myself to visit the nightly roosting-place of a 
colony of Hagles, so we got into the carriages for the short 
bit of the road that leads deep down into the valley, while the 
ponies, most of which were of Bosnian breed, followed us 
under the superintendence of my old acquaintance Petrovics, 
the manager of the stables. 
The deeper we penetrated into the labyrinth of wooded 
mountains the more beautiful was the scenery, and I was soon 
convinced that this splendid region has especial charms not 
only in spring but also in autumn. We halted at a turn of 
the road, and mounting the ponies continued our way under 
the guidance of the excellent keeper Dolezal and the forester 
Kafka, two old acquaintances with whom I had rambled 
through these districts a couple of years ago. 
The ponies almost sank in a sea of rustling leaves and we 
made but slow progress, but at last reached our destination, 
where the Grand Duke and Pausinger were posted on one 
side of a meadow, and my brother-in-law on the other. I, 
however, had to make a detour in order to get to the place 
allotted to me. 
While there, a very heavy fourteen-pointed stag appeared 
in front of me within a few paces. The wind was good and 
the noble animal was browsing quietly, but the Hungarian 
