

" Floating without effort among the clouds." 



have smelled it, for it had no odor. He saw it. 

 It is not by scent, but by his astonishing powers 

 of sight, that the buzzard finds his food. 



One day I carried a freshly killed chicken into 

 the field, and tying a long string to it, hid my- 

 self near by in a corn-shock. Soon a buzzard 

 passing overhead began to circle about me ; and 

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