86 SALMONIA. 



August, in pursuit of black game. Two 

 parent eagles were teaching their offspring 

 — two young birds, the manoeuvres of flight. 

 They began by rising from the top of a 

 mountain in the eye of the sun, (it was 

 about mid-clay, and bright for this climate). 

 They at first made small circles, and the 

 young birds imitated them; they paused on 

 their wings, waiting till they had made their 

 first flight, and then took a second and larger 

 gyration, — always rising towards the sun, 

 and enlarging their circle of flight so as to 

 make a gradually extending spiral. The 

 young ones still slowly followed, apparently 

 flying better as they mounted; and they 

 continued this sublime kind of exercise, al- 

 ways rising till they became mere points in 

 the air, and the young ones were lost, and 

 afterwards their parents, to our aching sight. 

 But we have touched the shore, and the 

 lake has terminated: you are now on the 

 river Ewe. 



Poiet. — Are we to fish here? It is a 

 broad clear stream, but I see no fish, and 

 cannot think it a good angling river. 



