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missed, I won't stand it any longer, but walk 

 oS with the little black dog. 



" Tom, what's that in the sky-line ? " '' Oh, 

 nothing for us." ** Let's see though," and 

 out goes the glass. '^ A fine golden eagle, and 

 I think we can stalk him." " Well, and what 

 good is he to us if we do get him ? He does 

 us very httle harm, and, besides, we shall never 

 get to the glens." " Now, dear Tom, do let us 

 try ; I never did get an eagle, though you re- 

 member that one which went out to sea so 

 hard hit, — the one which kept swooping at you 

 that day you would not keep close enough to 

 me as I told you, and thus lost a good chance." 

 " Well, if you like to try, Jock and I will keep 

 quiet behind." And down we go, and crawl 

 and wriggle ourselves over the difficult ground 

 out of sight, and then go on at a slapping 

 pace till we near our eagle ; when, just as we 

 are certain of getting safe within shot, a shep- 

 herd and his dog blunder into full sight, and 

 slowly and grandly rises the noble bird out of 

 distance, and, poising and sweeping about for 

 a minute or two, soars aloft and disappears in 

 the clouds. "Hang those shepherds!" says 

 Tom, " they are always in the way. Never 

 mind; come along to the glens." 



" Now, then, Tom, you keep one side of the 



