Nature's Serial Story

with the wood teams some days since I saw a gray and a bald eagle sailing around, but could not get a shot at t

le in this country, the bald, or American, and the golden, or ring-tailed. The latter is very rare, for their majesties are not fond of society, even of their own kind, and two nests are sel

urtis, glad of a diversion from

a few moments the great birds sailed over my head. I devoted a barrel to each, and down they both came, fluttering, whirling, and uttering cries that Wilson describes as something like a maniacal laugh. One lodged in the top of a tall hemlock, and stuck; the other came flapping and crashing through another tree until stopped by the lower limbs, where it remained. I now saw that their distance had been so great that I had merely disabled them, and I began reloading, but I was so wild from excitement and exultation that I put in the shot first. Of course my caps only snapped, and the eagle in the hemlock top, recovering a brief renewal of strength after the shock of his wound, flew slowly and heavily away, and fell on the ice near the centre of the river. I afterward learned that it was carried off by some people on an ice-boat. The other eagle, whose wing I had broken, now reached the ground, and I ran toward it, determined that I should not lose both of my trophies. As I approached I saw that I had an ugly customer to deal with, for the bird, finding that he could not escape, threw himself on his back, with his tail doubled under him, and was prepared to strike blows with talons and beak that would make serious wounds, I resolved to take my game home alive, and after a little thought cut a crotched stick, with which I held his head down while I fastened his feet together. A man who now appeared walking down the track aided me in securing the fierce creature, which task we accomplished by tying some coarse bagging round hi

in this region. In the car business you certainly brought his majesty down to the

ly?" old Mrs. Clifford asked. "I think I remem

r food was not a pleasant spectacle. I bought several hundred live carp-a cheap, bony fish-and put them in a ditch where I could take them with a net as I wanted them. The eagle would spring upon a fish, take one of her long hops into a corner, and tear off its head with one stroke of her beak. While I was curing her broken wing the creature tolerated me after a fashion, but when she was well she grew more and more savage and dangerous. Once a Dutchman, who worked for us, came in with me, and the way the eagle chased that man around the room and out of the door, he swearing meanwhile in high German and in a high key, was a sight to remember. I was laughing immoderately, when the bird swooped down on my

und one of their

use for the substratum of the domicile quite respectable cord-wood sticks, thicker than one's wrist. The mother-bird mu

to protect their eggs and young in such

," replied the doctor, with a slight shrug.

tley, who had listened

ofitable bird, "I wish

does better by eagles an

Good-night

a sigh so low that only pitiful Mrs. Leonard heard i

ted my strongest emulation, and I shall never be

f eagles, and of me also, by this time. Remember, Miss Amy, I prescribe birds, but don't watch a ba