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THE CONDOR 
| Von. VIII 
bon-like sloughs wound in and out, reaching far back like the tentacles of a 
huge octopus. 
At the very top of the range the mountain breaks abruptly off into the head 
of a big canyon. This is the native haunt of the golden eagle. A large sycamore 
tree is rooted in the bed of a little stream. Four good-sized trunks rise from the 
AERIE OF GOLDEN EAGLE, SHOWING PHOTOGRAPHER AT WORK 
giant roots. To the branch bending toward the valley, above the steep, rocky 
slope, the eagles had carried a small cart-load of limbs and sticks and worked them 
into the forks where they branched, horizontally. It was a platform five feet 
across, not carelessly put together, but each stick woven in to add strength 
to the whole structure, as the stones are built into a castle. 
