Then he flung it from him, and it tumbled
downward to the professor's feet.
This gentleman had done his best to help his young friend, but was
unable to do so. The lad, after resting awhile, picked his way down to
the ground, where his feet had hardly touched when he fainted in the
professor's arms. He soon rallied, however, though his wounds were so
severe that he was obliged to keep his bed for several weeks.
The two eaglets were found uninjured, and were safely carried to the
professor's home, as were the bodies of the dead birds. They were
mounted by Professor McInery, who, in consideration of the danger
undergone by the boy, and the two extra birds, presented Lee with $100,
and no one will deny that the money was well earned.
WHO SHALL EXPLAIN IT?
Let me begin by saying that I was never a believer in signs, omens, or
the general superstitions which, it must be admitted, influence most
people to a greater or less degree. I have been the thirteenth guest
at more than one table, without my appetite being affected; I have
tipped over my salt-cellar without a twinge of fear; I have never
turned aside to avoid passing under a leaning ladder, and I do not care
a jot whether the first glimpse of the new moon is over my right or
left shoulder.
I had a little boy Bob, who was fourteen years old on the last
anniversary of American independence. Being our only son, his mother
and myself held him close to our hearts.
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