had hunted him, especially the thought of 



that time when I had reached out of the 



Cloud-tffinds bushes and touched him, was upon Old 



^^>»e Whitehead and made him fear. So I kept 



S^ap/e si-gadily on my way, apparently giving no 



thought to the eagles, though deep inside I 



was anxious enough, and reached the foot of 



the tree in which the nest was made. 



I stood there a long time, my arm clasping 



the twisted old boll, looking out 



over the forest spread wide below, 



partly to regain courage, partly to 



reassure the eagles, which 



were circling very near with 



a kind of intense wonder 



in their eyes, but chiefly 



to make up my mind what 



to do next. The tree was 



easy to climb, but 



the nest — a huge 



affair, which had 



been added to year 



after year — filled the 



whole tree-top, and I 



could gain no foothold 



