We had gone nearly half a mile, I presume, and secured five birds, when Wade called out to us to see a large eagle, or hawk, which was wheeling slowly about a high crag off to the left.
"It's a white-headed eagle, isn't it ?" said he.
Kit thought it might be.

But Raed and I both thought not.

It seemed scarcely so large; and, so far as we could see, the head was not white.

It occurred to me that it might be the famous gerfalcon, or Icelandic eagle; and, on mentioning this supposition, Raed and Kit both agreed with me that it seemed likely.

Wishing, if possible, to secure it, I crept along under the crag, and, watching my chance as it came circling over, fired.