he hangs motionless, a cross of jet that a lady 



might wear at her throat, against the clear, 



unfathomable blue of the June heavens — Cloud-lOInps 



there ! he is lost in the blue, so high that I m^i^mlle 



cannot see any more. But even as I turn 



away he plunges down into vision again, 



dropping with folded wing straight down 



like a plummet, faster and faster, larger and 



larger, through a terrifying rush of air, till I 



spring to my feet and catch breath, as if I 



myself were falling. And just before he 



dashes himself to pieces he turns in the air, 



head downward, and half spreads his wings, 



and goes shooting, slanting down towards 



the lake, then up in a great curve to the 



tree-tops, where he can watch better what 



Kakagos, the rare woods-raven, is doing, and 



what game he is hunting. For that is what 



Cheplahgan came down in such a hurry to 



find out about. 



Again he would come in the early morn- 

 ing, sweeping up river as if he had already 

 been a long day's journey, with the air of 

 far-away and far-to-go in his onward rush. 

 And if I were at the trout pools, and very 



