Now their orbits cross each other-- now they are wheeling in parallel curves.

Still upward flies the kite-- still upward goes the pursuing eagle.

Closer and closer they appear to come; narrower grow their soaring circles--but that is because they are more distant and seem so.

See! the kite is but a speck, and appears stationary--now he is lost to the view.

See! the eagle is but a speck! She, too, disappears! No, not altogether--the little spot like the fragment of a white cloud, or a piece of snow upon the sky--that is her tail-tip.