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ther hawk return. She appeared in the distance, 

 but seemed to know she was being watched, and 

 kept away. 



About ten days later we made another visit to 

 the nest. An adventurous young Chicago lady 

 also wanted to see a hawk's nest, and so accom- 

 panied us. This time three of the eggs were 

 hatched, and as the mother hawk sprang up, 

 either by accident or intentionally she threw 

 two of the young hawks some feet from the nest. 

 She rose up and screamed angrily. Then, turn- 

 ing toward us, she came like an arrow straight at 

 the young lady, a bright plume in whose hat 

 probably drew her fire. The damsel gathered up 

 her skirts about her and beat a hasty retreat. 

 Hawks were not so pretty as she thought they 

 were. A large hawk launched at one's face from 

 high in the air is calculated to make one a little 

 nervous. It is such a fearful incline down which 

 the bird comes, and she is aiming exactly toward 

 your eye. When within about thirty feet of you, 

 she turns upward with a rushing sound, and, 

 mounting higher, falls toward you again. She is 

 only firing blank cartridges, as it were ; but it 

 usually has the desired effect, and beats the 

 enemy off. 



After we had inspected the young hawks, a 

 neighbor of my friend offered to conduct us to a 



