260 AN OWL Sag EAD HOLIDAY. 
good part of every day in screaming, and were 
bound to be attended to by all but the stone- 
deaf. A native of the region pointed out a 
ledge, on which, according to his account, they 
had made their nest for more than thirty years. 
‘“ We call them mountain hawks,” he said, in 
answer to an inquiry. The keepers of the hotel, 
naturally enough, called them eagles ; while a 
young Canadian, who one day overtook me as 
I neared the summit, and spent an hour there 
in my company, pronounced them fish-hawks. 
I asked him, carelessly, how he could be sure 
of that, and he replied, after a little hesitation, 
“ Why, they are all the time over the lake ; and 
besides, they sometimes dive into the water and 
come up with afish.” The last item would have 
been good evidence, no doubt. My difficulty 
was that I had never seen them near the lake, 
and what was more conclusive, their heads were 
dark-colored, if not really black. A few min- 
utes after this conversation I happened to have 
my glass upon one of them as he approached 
the mountain at some distance below us, when 
my comrade asked, “ Looking at that bird?” 
‘© Yes,” I answered ; on which he continued, in 
a matter-of-fact tone, “That’s a crow;”’ plainly 
thinking that, as I appeared to be slightly in- 
quisitive about such matters, it would be a kind- 
ness to tell me a thing or two. I made bold to 
