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touched him fair on the shoulder; then he shot into 

 the air, and went sweeping in great circles over the 

 tree-tops, still looking down at the man, wondering 

 and fearing at the way in which he had been brought 

 into the man's power. 



But one thing he did not understand. Standing 

 erect on the log, and looking up at him as he swept 

 over me, I kept thinking, " I did it, I did it, Cheplah- 

 gan, old Cloud Wings. And I had grabbed your legs, 

 and pinned you down, and tied you in a bag, and 

 brought you to camp, but that I chose to let you go 

 free. And that is better than shooting you. Now I 

 shall find your little ones and touch them too." 



For several days I had been watching Old White- 

 head's lines of flight, and had concluded that his nest 

 was somewhere in the hills northwest of the big lake. 

 I went there one afternoon, and while confused in the 

 big timber, which gave no outlook in any direction, 

 I saw, not Old Whitehead, but a larger eagle, his 

 mate undoubtedly, flying straight westward with food 

 towards a great cliff, that I had noticed with my glass 

 one day from a mountain on the other side of the lake. 



When I went there, early next morning, it was 

 Cheplahgan himself who showed me where his nest 

 was. I was hunting along the foot of the cliff when, 

 glancing back towards the lake, I saw him coming 



