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I saw, not Old Whitehead, but a larger eagle, 

 his mate undoubtedly, flying straight west- 

 Cloud-tOinds ward with food towards a great cliff that I 

 fne had noticed with my glass one day from a 

 mountain on the other side of the lake. 



When I went there, early next morning, 

 it was Cheplahgan himself who showed me 

 where his nest was. I was hunting along 

 the foot of the cliff when, glancing back 

 towards the lake, I saw him coming far away, 

 and hid in the underbrush. He passed very 

 near, and following, I saw him standing on 

 a ledge near the top of the cliff. Just below 

 him, in the top of a stunted tree growing out 

 of the face of the rock, was a huge mass of 

 sticks that formed the nest, with a great 

 mother eagle standing by, feeding the little 

 ones. Both birds started away silently when 

 I appeared, but came back soon and swept 

 back and forth over me as I sat watching 

 the nest and the face of the cliff through my 

 glass. No need now of caution. Both birds 

 seemed to know instinctively why I had come, 

 and that the fate of the eaglets lay in my 

 hands, if I could but scale the cliff. 



