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escape, and scolded me in no measured terms. Either 

 knowing that I was without a gun, or being perfectly in- 

 different to the fact, he came flitting near me, and darted 

 menacingly toward me as I stood my ground. I have 

 seen brave birds and impudent ones, but none that ex- 

 ceeded this baffled hawk in both these qualities. He 

 evidently held me responsible for all that had happened ; 

 at least I thought so, as I slowly wended my way home- 

 ward. 



