. St. Nicholas [serial] . y the neck,but had hardly raised it from the groundwhen the bird revived, struggled to its feet,and, before any of us could come to the rescue,it opened its wings and made a napping springat Menitos head. The poor fellow had not evena stick to defend himself, but used his palmetto hatas a shield, and retreated step for step, when thebird suddenly flew up and pounced upon him,with a swoop that would have knocked him downif he had not thrown himself on his knee. Inclutching at the boys face, the eagle struck itsclaws through the palmetto hat ; but seeing uscome, it rose
. St. Nicholas [serial] . y the neck,but had hardly raised it from the groundwhen the bird revived, struggled to its feet,and, before any of us could come to the rescue,it opened its wings and made a napping springat Menitos head. The poor fellow had not evena stick to defend himself, but used his palmetto hatas a shield, and retreated step for step, when thebird suddenly flew up and pounced upon him,with a swoop that would have knocked him downif he had not thrown himself on his knee. Inclutching at the boys face, the eagle struck itsclaws through the palmetto hat ; but seeing uscome, it rose high up in the air, and flew away,with the hat still sticking to its claws. But itdid not fly very far; its wounds began to tell,and, after flapping heavily along the cliffs, it alighted on a rock about a hundred yards fartherdown, and, lifting its right foot close to its face,gravely examined it, looking at the hat from thecorner of its eyes, as if it could not make out whatthe strange appendage could be. I was going to. LITTLE mischiefsdangerous FEAT. shoot it where it was, but, before I could cock my gun, Little Mischief threw a stone at it, and the bird fluttered down to the next lower ledge and hopped behind a cliff, where we lost sight of it. The precipice at that point was as steep as a wall, and we had to give up our eagle for lost. Menito is out of luck to-day, said Tommy. 372 IN NATURE S WONDERLAND. [March, Yes, laughed Menito, that fellow had torob me when he saw he could not fight me—thecoward! No, its foolishness more than cowardice,observed old Daddy. I dont think the foolishbird could tell a palmetto from a common strawhat. Our road now turned into a mountain-valley,where fine meadows alternated with live-oak groves,and we were riding slowly along, when Little Mis-chief clutched my arm and pointed to anopen lawn between the hill-side groves. _ A wild cow ! he whispered. Iknew we should find one sooner orlater. Now watch me head her off. Before I could say a wo
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