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spoke, and the bird, glaring angrily, struck at him 

 with its sharp beak and seized the edge of his shoe 

 in its great talon with such strength that the claw 

 sank through the leather and could with difficulty 

 be dislodged. 



"Looky there now," said Hank; "he almost got 

 me that time. Jest like he took a-holt of Spot, my 

 hound, the other day." 



We begged for details. 



" 'Twas pretty cute," chuckled Hank. "Hen- 

 nery th' eagle was eatin' on a rabbit I throwed 

 him, an' he seen Spot was a watchin' him kind-a 

 close. So he jest walked away a few steps an' per- 

 tended he was through with th' meat. Spot hops 

 in an' begin eatin' an' Hennery he give a jump an' 

 lit plumb on the middle of Spot's back. I thought 

 the dawg was a goin' t' turn hisself inside out a' 

 tryin' to git him off. When Hennery finally come 

 loose he took along a piece of meat about so big right 

 out of Spot's back. Since then they hain't been 

 th' best of friends, but Spot alms gives way to th' 

 bird." 



Besides the eagle, Hank had caught during the 

 summer three mountain lions, a lobo wolf, two brown 

 bears a black bear and a huge silver tip grizzly. He 

 showed us the pelts, which were in poor condition 

 and worth but little. The animals had been either 

 in the process of shedding or their hair, just coming 

 in, was short and of inferior quality. 



The trapper would have fared ill from a financial 



