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TRAINING A HAWK 115
" How Nature fashion'd him for his bold trade, Gave him his stars of eyes to range abroad, His wings of glorious spread to mow the air, And breast of might to use them,"
an inanimate bird would have been absurd, ith great difficulty I managed to obtain a splen-I hawk, but quite untamed. I undertook to train n myself for his part, which was to fly from the coner's shoulder to my outstretched hand, and
a certain pressure of his claws to spread his eat wings. Armed with heavy gauntlets and •ge goggles I took him from his cage and fed n on raw meat for many days, hoping thus to in his affection; but painful scratches and tears ire the only result. Mr. Edwin Booth, on one
his visits to our New Jersey home, assured me e only way was to "watch him tame," as Desde-Dna promised Cassio to watch Othello. This, wever, was too wearying, for it meant preventing e bird from sleeping until his spirit should break, len he would become tame for all time. Eventu-y I managed to subdue him, and, as an actor, his reer was highly successful. But constant travel ,d change of climate proved too much for him. . spite of the greatest care, he at last succumbed, .d our noble bird was buried in the alley at the