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spoke, and the bird, glaring angrily, struck at him 
with its sharp beak and seized the edge of his shoe 
in its great talon with such strength that the claw 
sank through the leather and could with difficulty 
be dislodged. 
‘‘Looky there now,’’ said Hank; ‘‘he almost got 
me that time. J est like he took a-holt of Spot, my 
hound, the other day.’’ 
We begged for details. 
‘Twas pretty cute,’? chuckled Hank. ‘‘Hen- 
nery—th’ eagle—was eatin’ on a rabbit I throwed 
him, an’ he seen Spot was a watchin’ him kind-a 
close. So he jest walked away a few steps an’ per- 
tended he was through with th’ meat. Spot hops 
in an’ begin eatin’ an’ Hennery he give a jump an’ 
lit plumb on the middle of Spot’s back. I thought 
the dawg was a goin’ t’ turn hisself inside out a’ 
tryin’ to git him off. When Hennery finally come 
loose he took along a piece of meat about so big right 
out of Spot’s back. Since then they hain’t been 
th’ best of friends, but Spot allus gives way to th’ 
bird.”’ 
Besides the eagle, Hank had caught during the 
summer three mountain lions, a lobo wolf, two brown 
bears a black bear and a huge silvertip grizzly. He 
showed us the pelts, which were in poor condition 
and worth but little. The animals had been either 
in the process of shedding or their hair, just coming 
in, was short and of inferior quality. 
The trapper would have fared ill from a financial 
