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a-bristle till he looked big as a bushel basket 

 in the dim light, standing on his game with 

 one foot and tearing it savagely to pieces "Kookooskoos 

 with the other, snapping his beak and gob- 

 bling up feathers, bones and all, in great hun- 

 gry mouthf uls ; and, over the scuttle, two or 

 three small boys staring in eager curiosity, 

 but clinging to each other's coats fearfully, 

 ready to tumble down the ladder with a yell 

 at the first hostile demonstration. 



The next afternoon I was back in the big 

 woods to investigate. Fifty feet behind the 

 thicket where I had been struck was a dead 

 stub overlooking a little clearing. " That 's 

 his watchtower," I thought. " While I was 

 watching the deer, he was up there watching 

 my head ; and when it moved he swooped." 



I had no intention of giving him another 

 flight at the same game, but hid my fur cap 

 among some bushes, tied a long string to it, 

 went back into the thicket with the other 

 end of the string, and sat down to wait. A 

 low Whooo-hoo-hoo ! came from across the 

 valley to tell me I was not the only watcher 

 in the woods. 



