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gret which lasts for years, but under 
similar conditions I should do the same 
thing again. 
ITH eagles, as with hawks, the 
pairs are nearly always in the 
same plumage, and all other evidence 
seem to indicate that they pair for life. 
Much has been said in disparagement 
of the bald eagle as an emblem for our 
country, but on the whole I am inclined 
to think that if people generally lived 
up to his standard of conduct, we should 
have little to complain of. It is true 
that he robs the osprey and other fish- 
ing birds of their rightful property, 
just as we robbed the native Americans 
of their land, but on the other hand, 
he is faithful to his mate, courageous 
in defending his young, and preserving 
in the labor of getting food for them. 
Franklin called the eagle cowardly, 
because a little kingbird could chase 
him, but I fancy that Franklin himself, 
may have on accasion fled before a 
hornet, so much smaller than a king- 
bird. 
At Washington I watched the eagles 
in captivity, restricted to a few hun- 
dred feet of flying space, while above 
them the turkey buzzards, disreputable 
vultures, soared skyward in unlimited 
freedom. 
HE stuffed skins of dead eagles in 
the museums were less painful ob- 
jects of contemplation. Better that the 
coming generation should never see our 
so called “bird of freedom” than to see 
him only in captivity. 
I like to recall a cool, clear day in 
the autumn, when my cousin and I were 
ploughing, and a splendid pair of bald 
eagles came down from the northwest 
with the wind in their sails. 
They dipped earthward as they ap- 
proached us, and passing but a few 
yards above the backs of the oxen, 
standing there in the furrow, rose 
again, towering higher and higher and 
circling over our heads. 
‘Then wing and wing, steered out to 
sea.” 
Silver Tips in Mexico 
(Continued from page 657) 
us to the dining-room, where a_ brisk 
fire was burning on an immense old 
stone fireplace, to add materially to our 
comfort and enjoyment of the early 
morning repast. 
HE Don certainly lived well, as 
evinced by the quantity of ham, 
bacon, eggs, etc., which were set be- 
fore us. I am actually ashamed to say 
how much I ate, and as foy Jack—it 
was positively disgraceful. We sat by 
the fire and enjoyed one of the Don’s 
perfect cigars, while we waited the 
It will identify you. 
word of the foreman that all was in 
readiness to start. The Don told us 
that his men were now packing on the 
mules, provisions enough for one week 
and that they would return to the 
ranch, until such time as we were ready 
to return. Leaving only us three, to- 
gether with Ram and the boy, at camp. 
The sun was well up when we started, 
and we felt no need for our heavy coats, 
so we tied them behind the saddles. 
The fifteen miles to our camping ground 
was such a negligible distance that we 
covered it easily by noon, and by three 
o’clock the camp was in order, and the 
mules on their way home. 
Ram suggested to me that if I should 
go down to the old runway, where we 
had seen the tracks, that it might be 
possible to secure a deer, and venison 
certainly would look good in the fry- 
ing pan. I voiced my intention to Jack 
and the Don, and it was agreed that 
they would go up the creek, to a certain 
place the Don had in mind, while I went 
down stream to the old runway. We 
had plenty of time before dark to make 
our respective objectives and _ the 
chances of getting a buck at this time 
of day were excellent. 
As I rode down stream, my mind 
dwelt on that big silver-tip whose tracks 
I had seen before and the possibilities 
my being fortunate enough to find 
him at the mud-hole when I arrived. 
In my musings of the bear, I had for- 
gotten, for the moment, the object of 
my ride—deer. I don’t think I had 
ridden more than a mile from camp 
when my mount brought me back to 
my senses, by a sudden stop. At that 
moment there was a splash, a flash of 
something speeding through the trees, 
and a young two spike buck started up 
an embankment, that was all but too 
steep for him. As he fell to his knees 
in the loose rock, I had the sights on 
him, and the Winchester .30 spoke with 
a crash that was heard in camp. 
HE horse made but a slight move- 
ment, showing that he had been 
well broken to firing from his back. 
The buck was a beauty, of the white 
tail variety, and as he lay wedged 
between two projecting rocks I had 
visions of some very tender venison 
steaks. It was a simple matter to get 
back to camp with the prize. I slid the 
carcass from the rock onto the horse’s 
back, and after lashing it securely, led 
the horse back to camp. 
About the time Ram had _ supper 
ready, the others returned empty- 
handed, and both expressed pleasure at 
my success. They had seen plenty of 
fresh signs of game at several different 
places, but had not sighted anything. 
However, after considerable discussion, 
it was agreed that on the following day 
we would all three go up stream about 
four miles to a point where the canyon 
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