and flopping about the trap. We jumped 

 into a canoe and pushed up river in hot 

 Cloud-Winds haste, singing in exultation that we had the 

 'w^/fie fierce old bird at last. When we doubled 

 * -^ the last point that hid the shallows, there 

 was Old Whitehead, still tugging away at 

 a fish, and splashing the water not thirty 

 yards away. I shall not soon forget his 

 attitude and expression as we shot round 

 the point, his body erect and rigid, his wings 

 half spread, his head thrust forward, eyelids 

 drawn straight, and a strong 

 fierce gleam of freedom and 

 utter wildness in his bright 

 eyes. So he stood, a magni- 

 ficent creature, till we were almost 

 upon him, — when he rose quietly, 

 taking one of the trout. The other was 

 already in his stomach. He was not in the 

 trap at all, but had walked carefully round it. 

 The splashing was made in tearing one fish 

 to pieces with his claws, and freeing the other 

 from a stake that held it. 



After that he would not go near the shal- 

 lows ; for a new experience had come into his 



