CHAPTER V.THE HILLSIDE.
THE pause which naturally followed the observation of the Elder was broken abruptly by the Skipper.
"Hillo!" he cried, pointing with the glazed hat with which he had been fanning himself.

"Here away in the northeast.

Going down the coast for better fishing, I guess." "An eagle, as I live!" exclaimed the Doctor, following with his cane the direction of the Skipper's hat.

"Just see how royally he wheels upward and onward, his sail-broad wings stretched motionless, save an occasional flap to keep up his impetus! Look! the circle in which he moves grows narrower; he is a gray cloud in the sky, a point, a mere speck or dust-mote.

And now he is clean swallowed up in the distance.
The wise man of old did well to confess his ignorance of 'the way of an eagle in the air.'" "The eagle," said Elder Staples, "seems to have been a favorite illustration of the sacred penman.