"Chapter Third. Eeboo. Janette was very much pleased with little Eeboo, as she called him, and her father made a nest for him in a box, in the corner of the shed. Janette fed him with raw meat. One day, the cat caught a mouse, and Janette took the mouse away from the cat and brought it to Eeboo. Eeboo was delighted with the mouse. He held it in his talons, and tore the flesh to pieces with his little hooked beak.

"Eeboo grew very fast, and, at length, he became big enough to climb out over the top of his nest and hop about the yard. He grew bigger and bigger, until at last the peasant saw that he was a lammergeir, and not an owl. So the name Eeboo did not suit very well, any longer, as that word meant owl.

"Still, Janette would not change the name. She said that Eeboo always had been his name, and it always should be. Remark. When a name becomes once established, it is not best to change it, even if it does not any longer suit exactly. I thought I would make a remark here."

"Yes," said Florence, "and I think that is a very sensible remark. Some people are all the time changing the names of things, and it only makes confusion."

"One day, the peasant's wife told her hus

band," continued John, "that if he meant to keep the lammergeir, he had better make a cage for him. He was growing so big and strong, and his wings were getting so large, that pretty soon he would fly away. Very well,' said the peasant, whenever he thinks he will like it better to be among the mountains and icebergs than to stay here with us, we will let him go.'

"By and by, one day, when Janette was out in the yard at play, Eeboo spread his great wings and flew up to the top of the house. 'Father!' says Janette, 'Eeboo is flying away.' 'Very well,' says her father; if he thinks he will like it better to be among the mountains and icebergs than to stay here with us, we will let him go.'

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Presently, Eeboo spread his wings again, and launched off into the air. He flew, at first, round and round in great circles, and then went soaring away higher and higher, while Janette stood still in the yard watching him. He grew smaller and smaller, and at last he looked like a black dot moving along the face of a great mountain sheet of snow, and at last Janette could not see him any more. Ah! dear me,' says she, 'there's my poor Eeboo gone away to the mountains, and I shall never see him any more.' So she sat down and began to cry. End of the chapter."

"That is a very pathetic ending of a chapter," said Florence.

"Yes, but she did see Eeboo again, said John. "Chapter Fourth. Gustave. A few days after this Janette was playing on the door step with little Gustave, the baby.

“Did I tell you there was a baby?" asked John interrupting himself, and looking up toward Florence.

"No," said Florence.

"Never mind," said John.

"There is no

need of telling that expressly; people will know it by Janette's being out on the door step playing with him.

"Well-while Janette was playing with the baby on the door step, she suddenly heard a great fluttering in the air over her head, and down came Eeboo into the yard with such a tremendous flapping of his monstrous wings, that the chips and straw on the ground were blown about in all directions.

"Janette was very much delighted. She began to call out to her father. 'Father! Father,' says she, 'here's Eeboo come back. Come quick and give him something to eat.' So her father came and gave him some meat to eat, and Eeboo ate the meat-first tearing it in pieces with his talons and then after he had walked about the

yard a little while, and let Janette pat him on his head, he spread his great wings and flew away again

"After this whenever Eeboo was hungry and could not find anything among the mountains to eat, he used to fly down to the cabin where Janette lived and Janette's father would feed him. End of the chapter."

"I think it is a very interesting story so far," said Florence.

"You must wait and see how it is coming out," said John. "The most interesting part is yet to come."

"Then let us have another chapter now," said Florence. "I am impatient to hear how it ends." "Chapter Fifth," said John, resuming his story. "Terrible Misfortune.

"Now there was another great lammergeir that had a nest among the mountains where Eeboo used to go. He was very fierce and ferocious, and prodigiously strong. His name was Old Tom."

"You see I did not know what other name to give him," said John, interrupting his story to make an explanation to Florence,” and so I called him Old Tom."

"You could not have a better name for him," said Florence.

"Says Old Tom to himself one day, 'I won

der what it is that Eeboo finds down by that peasant's hut where he goes so often. There must be something good to eat down there. I go down and see.'

mean to

"So he told his little lammergeirs to be still while he was gone, and not quarrel, and on no account to go out of the nest, and so he walked forward to the brink of the precipice, and stood there a minute to take a view, and then spread his wings and launched forth, and down he came with a tremendous swoop toward the peasant's yard. He sailed round and round in the air over it a few times to see what there was there. He saw little Gustave lying out upon the grass and Janette playing pretty near, building a house out of small stones. The lammergeir took sure aim and came down with a great swoop across the yard, and seizing the little fellow in his talons as he passed, he immediately rose into the air again with him. Janette screamed and ran Her mother screamed and ran for her husband. He ran for his gun, and rushed out to shoot the lammergeir but he was too late. He found that the lammergeir, baby and all, were a great deal too high to be reached. Then they were all in the greatest distress that could possibly be conceived. End of the chapter."

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