"Gladly as I would always and everywhere uphold your cause, I can not do so this time.

Only look here! Your arrow merely broke the wing of yonder sea eagle, and he is just recovering from the shock.

What a magnificent fellow! How wrathfully and vengefully his eyes sparkle! How fiercely he stretches his brave head toward us in helpless fury, and--step back!--how vigorously, spite of the pain of his poor, wounded, drooping pinion, he flaps the other, and raises his yellow claws to punish his foes! His plumage glistens and shines exquisitely where it lies smooth, and how savagely he puffs out the feathers on his neck! A wonderful spectacle! The embodiment of powerful life! And the others by his side.

We transformed the poor creatures into a motionless, miserable mass, and just now they were cleaving the air with their strong wings, proclaiming by proud, glad cries to their families among the reeds their approach with an abundant store of prey.

Every one was a feast to the eyes before our arrows struck it, and now?
When Hermon, with his pitying heart, condemns this kind of hunting, he is right.