VI. CLOUD WINGS THE EAGLE. 



ERE he is again! here's Old White- 

 head, robbing the fish-hawk." 



I started up from the little com- 

 moosie beyond the fire, at Gillie's 

 excited cry, and ran to join him on 

 the shore. A glance out over Caribou 

 Point to the big bay, where innumer- 

 able whitefish were shoaling, showed 

 me another chapter in a long but 

 always interesting story. Ismaquehs, 

 the fish-hawk, had risen from the lake 

 with a big fish, and was doing his best 

 to get away to his nest, where his young 

 ones were clamoring. Over him soared 

 the eagle, still as fate and as sure, now 

 dropping to flap a wing in Ismaquehs' 

 face, now touching him with his great 

 talons gently, as if to say, " Do you feel 

 that, Ismaquehs? If I grip once 'twill 

 be the end of you and your fish together. And 

 what will the little ones do then, up in the nest on 



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