right in their own little heads when they first 
came into the world. 
The hawk passed over, turned, circled a time 
or two, and stopping, for a moment balanced 
himself on widespread wings. Then with a rush 
he dashed to the earth. 
But it was not the birds he was after, for when 
he rose he held clutched in his talons the big 
snake that had caught the sparrow. | The cap- 
tive wiggled and squirmed about most violently. 
Then there took place one of the most terrible 
fights ever witnessed in the wilderness. The 
snake was not dead by any means; it managed 
to throw its tail up over the hawk’s neck and 
then quickly wound itself about the bird’s body. 
It did not take long for the hawk to find out that 
he was in a desperate situation. To fly while 
being tightly hugged by a stout snake was a 
very difficult thing to do, as any one can imagine. 
So in spite of himself he began to come down. 
Several large saguaro (sa-gwar’-0) trees, called 
by some the giant cactus, were growing about 
there, and in the fork of one twenty feet from 
the ground was a large nest that had been built in 
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