304 ON THE EDGE OF THE WILDERNESS 
ished dog, with the rush of wings above him and 
then the almost complete envelopment of his body 
by the beating things, let go his hold, almost in- 
stantly to repent and spring at the foe. The 
lamb was dead weight, and Baldy could not lift 
it in time to avoid this spring. Crashing his 
wings down, to keep the dog from getting the 
carcass, he struck with his beak at the dog’s eyes, 
and for a brief and savage moment the fight was 
furious. Once the dog got a grip on the lamb, 
almost pulling the eagle out of the air, but Baldy 
managed to strike him clear, and rise with one 
great wing shove just out of range, and maintain 
that level up along the pasture top to the woods, 
where he hung the carcass over a limb, tore apart 
as much as he could conveniently carry, ate a bit 
himself, and then rose and headed for home, well 
satisfied. 
But it was a fatal morning’s work, nonethe- 
less, for the farmer, walking from the barn to the 
house with a pail of milk in each hand, happened, 
as luck would have it, to glance up the pasture 
just then, and saw Baldy take the air with what, 
certainly looked like part of a lamb dangling 
