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Title: The hunter and the trapper in North America ; or, Romantic adventures in field and forest. From the French of Bénédict Révoil
Year: 1875 (1870s)
Authors: Révoil, Bénédict Henry, 1816-1882 Adams, W. H. Davenport (William Henry Davenport), 1828-1891
Subjects: Hunting Game and game-birds
Publisher: London, New York : T. Nelson and Sons
Contributing Library: Harold B. Lee Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Brigham Young University

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ent a bird hovers in sight, I will beas mute as death. Our loquacious narrator was about to resume hismaundering narrative, to the great displeasure of my twofriends and myself, when suddenly a shrill whistling washeard on one of the cornices of the rock near which wewere hidden. I put my hand on the Yankee^s mouth, and lookingup, I caught sight, on the edge of the crag, among somefaggots of wood, of a couple of eaglets, whose sharp criesand fluttering wings announced the coming of one orother of their parents,—a black point in space, whichgradually grew larger and larger, and became clearlydefined against the azure of the heaven. In a fewseconds the eagle alighted as softly as possible on thestony ridge nearest to his eaglets. He carried in histalons a piece of raw flesh, which be hastened to ofier tohis fledgelings, already covered with feathers, and verybold. As I put forth my head to see more distinctly,the female in her turn appeared, descried us, uttered a TAKING THE ALARM. 21
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H£ CARRIED IN HIS TALONS A PIECE OP RAW FLESH. shriek of alarm, dropped the prey she was carrying, andsuddenly the little ones vanished in the chink of the rock.The male flew away with his utmost speed, but soon, 22 THE EMPTY EYRIE. with an inexplicable instinct, as if both were convincedthat we bore no fire-arms, they drew near, sweepinground and round above our heads, and giving utteranceto loud unearthly screams, which seemed like a menace. We promised ourselves the satisfaction of returningnext day, armed with rifle and carbine; but on the mor-row a terrible storm was raging, and a week passedbefore we could undertake the expedition. I had takencare to suggest to my companions the advisability oftaking with us some rope4adders, and all the apparatusnecessary for escalading the clifi*, and while some of thepeople of the farm climbed the summit of the mountain,the others stationed themselves at the foot of the rock.For ten hours did we wait with admirable patience, andnothing appea

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