Atalapha, a Winged Brownie 
flight. But as soon as he saw the Bat so near he 
turned his cruel head with those hungry yellow eyes 
and made for him, with the certainty that here was 
an easy meal. 
Atalapha was a little cold but otherwise fresh, 
and he eluded the onset with scarcely an effort, 
but the Hawk, too, was fresh. He swooped upward 
again and again, so the flight became a succession 
of zigzags. Then the fog and snow closedin. The 
Hawk made another pounce which Atalapha easily 
dodged with a swift upwheel that took him far from 
danger of those claws, but also, as it happened, into 
a thicker, chillier cloud than ever, and so far as he 
could see, he was alone in space. His other sense, 
the vision of his wings, was dulled by the cold; it 
told him that the enemy was not so far away, but 
that was all; and he sped in the white darkness of 
the mist, as fast as he could, away from the boding 
menace. 
Still he went at his steady pace. He saw no more 
of the Hawk, but the fog and the snow grew heavier; 
then the wind arose and he followed, for he could 
not face it, and flew on and on. The day should 
have come in brightness, but the clouds were heavy 
above, so he sailed and sailed. Then when sure he 
was safe and would descend to rest, he lowered 
through the snow-laden wind to find that there was 
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