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for the eagless. It was impossible to find her, on account 

 of the quantity of loose stones, holes, and stunted bushes, 

 and so I soon gave up the search. A thousand thoughts 

 torturing to the heart of a sportsman, filled my brain 

 for half the night ; and what most occupied me was the 

 fear that the eagless, in falling whither I could no longer 

 follow with my eye, had managed to flutter away, and I 

 should not be able to find her on the morrow. It was 

 a long shot. Shot, after all, is very different from a rifle 

 bullet. In short, I fell asleep in no very rosy humour. 

 June 15th. — Thorough rainy weather: pouring 

 down the whole night and nearly the whole day. At 

 eight o'clock I went up with Weber and his men to the 

 spot, which is a good hour's walk from Eohrmoos, to 

 look for the eagless, and, as luck would have it, I 

 found her this time within a quarter of an hour in a 

 cleft in the rock, exactly where I had vainly looked the 

 day before ; a spot which in my search I had certainly 

 passed twenty times without stumbling on the bird. 

 Whether it was dead when it fell, or crept hither while 

 merely wounded, it is impossible to say : certain it is 

 however, that without the good fortune of literally 

 treading upon it in our search, we might have looked 

 for days without discovering it. Wet through, but 

 overjoyed, I returned to Rohrmoos. Meanwhile such a 

 dense fog came on in addition to the rain, that it was 

 impossible to undertake anything more that day. The 



