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too. And they were growing bolder with every dash. 

 One of them, driving fearfully from behind, flattened 

 me out on the nest. Had the blow been delivered from 

 the front, I should have been knocked headlong to 

 the ground. 



I was afraid to delay longer. A good-sized breach 

 was opened in the rim of the nest by this time. 

 And now, if the sticks would not pull out, I might 

 let myself over and reach the fork. Once my feet 

 touched that, I could manage the rest, I knew. 



Digging my hands deep into the nest for a firm 

 hold, I began cautiously to back over the rough, 

 stubby rim, reaching with my feet toward the fork. 



The eagles seemed to appreciate the opportunity 

 my awkward position offered them. I could not have 

 arranged myself more conveniently to their minds, I 

 am sure. And they made the most of it. I can laugh 

 now ; but the memory of it can still make me shiver, 

 too. 



I had wriggled over just so that I could bend my 

 body at the waist and bring my legs against the nest 

 when a sharp stub caught in my clothes and held 

 me. I could get neither up nor down. My handhold 

 was of the most precarious kind, and I dared not let 

 go for a moment to get off the snag. 



I tried to back out and push off from it, but it 

 seemed to come out with me. It must be broken ; 

 and pulling myself up, I dropped with all the force 

 I could put into my body. That loosened, but did 



