The Eagles Heart

The Eagle's Heart, by Hamlin
Garland

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Title: The Eagle's Heart
Author: Hamlin Garland
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[Illustration: HE DREW REIN AND LOOKED AT THE GREAT
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THE EAGLE'S HEART

HAMLIN GARLAND SUNSET EDITION
HARPER & BROTHERS NEW YORK AND LONDON
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COPYRIGHT, 1900, BY HAMLIN GARLAND
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CONTENTS

PART I
I.--HIS YOUTH 1
II.--HIS LOVE AFFAIRS 11 III.--THE YOUNG EAGLE STRIKES 23
IV.--THE TRIAL 35 V.--THE EAGLE'S EYES GROW DIM 51
VI.--THE CAGE OPENS 72 VII.--ON THE WING 83 VIII.--THE
UPWARD TRAIL 96 IX.--WAR ON THE CANNON BALL 123
X.--THE YOUNG EAGLE MOUNTS 143 XI.--ON THE ROUND-UP
157

PART II
XII.--THE YOUNG EAGLE FLUTTERS THE DOVE-COTE 175
XIII.--THE YOUNG EAGLE DREAMS OF A MATE 199 XIV.--THE
YOUNG EAGLE RETURNS TO HIS EYRIE 220

PART III

XV.--THE EAGLE COMPLETES HIS CIRCLE 233
XVI.--AGAIN ON THE ROUND-UP 250 XVII.--MOSE RETURNS
TO WAGON WHEEL 265 XVIII.--THE EAGLE GUARDS THE
SHEEP 283 XIX.--THE EAGLE ADVENTURES INTO STRANGE
LANDS 316 XX.--A DARK DAY WITH A GLOWING SUNSET 339
XXI.--CONCLUSION 363
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THE EAGLE'S HEART

CHAPTER I
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PART I
CHAPTER I
HIS YOUTH
Harold was about ten years of age when his father, the Rev. Mr. Excell,
took the pastorate of the First Church in Rock River. Many of the
people in his first congregation remarked upon "the handsome lad."
The clear brown of his face, his big yellow-brown eyes, his slender
hands, and the grace of his movements gave him distinction quite aside
from that arising from his connection with the minister.
Rev. John Excell was a personable man himself. He was tall and broad
shouldered, with abundant brown hair and beard, and a winning smile.
His eyes were dark and introspective, but they could glow like sunlit
topaz, or grow dim with tears, as his congregation had opportunity to
observe during this first sermon--but they were essentially sad eyes.

Mrs. Excell, a colorless little woman who retained only the dim outline
of her girlhood's beauty, sat gracelessly in her pew, but her
stepdaughter, Maud, by her side, was carrying to early maturity a
dainty grace united with something strong and fine drawn from her
father. She had his proud lift of the head.
"What a fine family!" whispered the women from pew to pew under
cover of the creaking fans.
In the midst of the first sermon, a boy seated in front of Harold gave a
shrill whoop of agony and glared back at the minister's son with
distorted face, and only the prompt action on the part of both mothers
prevented a clamorous encounter over the pew. Harold had stuck the
head of a pin in the toe of his boot and jabbed his neighbor in the calf
of the leg. It was an old trick, but it served well.
The minister did not interrupt his reading, but a deep flush of hot blood
arose to his face, and the lids of his eyes dropped to shut out the
searching gaze of his parishioners, as well as to close in a red glare of
anger. From that moment Harold was known as "that preacher's boy,"
the intention being to convey by significant inflections and a meaning
smile that he filled the usual description of a minister's graceless son.
Harold soon became renowned in his own world. He had no
hard-fought battles, though he had scores of quarrels, for he scared his
opponents by the suddenness and the intensity of his rage, which was
fairly demoniacal in fury.
"You touch me and I'll kill you," he said in a low voice to the fat boy
whose leg he had jabbed, and his bloodless face and blazing eyes
caused the boy to leap frenziedly away. He carried a big knife, his
playmates discovered, and no one, not even youths grown to man's
stature, cared to attempt violence with him. One lad, struck with a stone
from his cunning right hand, was carried home in a carriage. Another,
being thrown by one convulsive effort, fell upon his arm, breaking it at
the elbow. In less than a week every boy in Rock River knew
something of Harry Excell's furious temper, and had learned that it was
safer to be friend than enemy to him.

He had his partisans, too, for