Golden Eagles. 23 



knowing ye're so interested in the 

 creatures and the birds, I made 

 bold to tell you. I didn't inform 

 the old lady for fear she'd be 

 frightened." 



"But where is the Eagle?" 



"Just here, mem; behind my 

 own heels, wrappit in the horse- 

 rug. I'm taking him home to look 

 to him. He's wounded, I surmise." 



I got into the cab : it was an 

 open one, and Campbell and I 

 could converse quite comfortably. 



"Drive on to your house," I 

 said, "and tell me all about this 

 as you go." 



So Campbell began to explain. 

 "This morning when you were all 

 in the kirk, I was up to the hill. 

 Way-off by the burn, just below 

 the trees, I noticed something 

 stirring in the brackens. Thinking 

 'twas perhaps a dog, I flung a stone, 

 and shooed it off, for it could be 

 after no good there with game 



