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fish-hawk, which had just left the nest; whereat 

 he said, after looking for some time, " I don't 

 see any peacock, — where is he? " Even the 

 Indians laughed, and the stern lines of their 

 swarthy countenances relaxed. 



Fish-hawk's Nest. 



A crane next engaged our attention, as he 

 alighted on a tree ahead of us, but he saw us 

 approaching and did not wait. About this 

 spot we landed, and had scarcely gone fifty 

 yards when Louis pointed, muttering, 



