roof, like all their inns. At noon we stopped at some vineyards and dined; at even we sailed to a village called Little Paksha, lying on the right of the Danube, and there spent the night.
On Oct. 15 we sailed past Great Paksha, which is a very handsome little town on the right of the Danube, and in which is a handsome caravanserai, or inn, and two Christian churches. At noon, as it was no longer so dangerous, we lashed all our boats together and dined, sailing on without intermission as far as Belgrade;[1] therefore I shall not now write any more the names of the places where we dined. Towards evening we sailed up to a town called Tolna, which is the last Hungarian town, and in which, up to the present time, the greatest part of the population has been Christian, dwelling under the protection of the Turks, and possessing a church of their own, a Calvinistic minister, and a school for youth. We here procured very good wine, and filled our bottles.
On Oct. 16 we sailed on during noontide, dining on the boats; at the hour of vespers we stopped off a town called Seremian,[2] where there is also a Christian church, but all forsaken and almost ruined; however, Christians do perform their devotions in it. And here we passed the night.
On Oct. 17 we came again to a beautiful champaign country, and sailed on amidst delicious meadows on both sides of the Danube. During this part of the journey we also saw a great many swans, geese, cranes, storks, and ducks, some of which we shot and ob-
