CLOUD-WINGS THE EAGLE 



HERE he is again! here's 

 Old Whitehead, robbing 

 the fish-hawk." 



I started up from the 



Uttle commoosie beyond the 



fire, at Gillie's excited cry, 



and ran to join him on the 



shore. A glance out over 



Caribou Point to the big 



bay, where innumerable 



whitefish were shoaling, showed 



me another chapter in a long 



but always interesting story. 



Ismaquehs, the fish-hawk, had 



risen from the lake with a big 



fish, and was doing his best to 



get away to his nest, where his 



young ones were clamoring. 



Over him soared the eagle, 



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