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THE SWISS FAMILY ROBINSON.
himself beneath the bird, who still struggled furiously, and puffed cloud after cloud upwards, and as each cloud circled round the eagle's head he became quieter and quieter, until he sat quite still, gazing stupidly at the young smoker.
“Capital!” cried Fritz, as he hooded the bird, “capital Ernest; Knip is yours.”
