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heavy rustling of pinions. As he touched 

 the old log, and spread his broad white tail, 

 Cloud-Winds \ saw and was proud of the gap which my 

 me bullet had made, weeks before. He stood 

 there a moment erect and splendid, head, 

 neck and tail a shining white ; even the dark 

 brown feathers of his body glinted in the 

 bright sunshine. And he turned his head 

 slowly from side to side, his keen eyes flash- 

 ing, as if he would say, " Behold, a king ! " 

 to Chigwooltz the frog, and Tookhees the 

 wood mouse, and to any other chance wild 

 creature that might watch him from the 

 underbrush at his unkingly act of feeding 

 on dead fish. Then he hopped down, — 

 rather awkwardly, it must be confessed ; for 

 he is a creature of the upper deeps, who 

 cannot bear to touch the earth, — seized a 

 fish, which he tore to pieces with his claws 

 and ate greedily. Twice I tried to shoot 

 him ; but the thought of the wilderness with- 

 out him was upon me, and held me back. 

 Then, too, it seemed mean to pot him from 

 ambush when he had come down to earth, 

 where he was at a disadvantage ; and when 



