Strona 114 z 274

An Eagle sat perched on a lofty rock, keeping a sharp look-out

for prey. A huntsman, concealed in a cleft of the mountain and on

the watch for game, spied him there and shot an Arrow at him. The

shaft struck him full in the breast and pierced him through and

through. As he lay in the agonies of death, he turned his eyes

upon the Arrow. "Ah! cruel fate!" he cried, "that I should perish

thus: but oh! fate more cruel still, that the Arrow which kills

me should be winged with an Eagle's feathers!"

THE RICH MAN AND THE TANNER