Atalapha, a Winged Brownie 
and many times, but now it was so near that they 
must be prepared to face and in some way balk 
the flying death, or suffer hunger till it passed. 
“ Hoo-hoo-hoooooooo0 /”’ it came yet nearer. Old 
Fire-eyes and his mate were hunting in this valley 
now. It behooved all lesser revellers to heed their’ 
every move, and keep in mind that the grim and 
glaring tiger of the pines might any moment be 
upon them. Atalapha asked no odds but clear 
sky-way. Fawn-eyes had little fear except for her 
brood, and for herself asked only a thicket of lac- 
ing boughs. And both went forth as the shadows 
fell. 
Then came a rare and wrenching chain of ill 
events! Fawn-eyes was doing her best to swoop 
across a twenty-five-foot space, when the huge and 
silent enemy perceived her, and wheeled with 
lightning dash to win the prey. But she reached 
the trunk and scrambling round took another flying 
leap for the next tree, hoping to gain safety in some 
mass of twigs, or, safer still, a hollow trunk that 
was not far away. But the Owl was quick, and 
wheeling, diving, darting, was ever coming closer. 
The swooping of his huge bulk, the vast commotion 
of his onset, caught Atalapha’s attention. Hecame 
flying by, out of curiosity perhaps, and was roused 
to find first that his enemy was astir and next that 
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