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was feeding. Suddenly the hawk launched out and swept 

 across the field toward the fowls. The big rooster saw the 

 bird coming, and uttering an alarm cry, he made for the yard 

 as fast as his long legs could carry him. The hens followed, 

 and helter-skelter they went up the hill toward the house. 

 The last Brahma had succeeded in getting through a hole in 

 the latticework below the piazza just as the hawk brought up 

 on the flooring a few feet above. He sat there at the door- 

 step perfectly fearless for fully a minute, and then leisurely 

 made for the top of a tree only a few yards distant. The 

 last look that we had of the bird through our glasses showed 

 him still hungrily watching the hole. 



