CHAPTER VI.

HOW THOMAS KILLED A HAWK.

This afternoon was very hot, and the boys spent it in their room,

arranging their books and pictures, and in reading. At five o'clock,

while Thomas was standing by the window, he suddenly exclaimed: "There's

a hawk!" Both the boys ran to the window, and saw a large hawk, sailing

slowly toward the barn.

"He is the one that steals our chickens," said John. "And see, he's

flying straight for the barn. Thomas, run and ask father for the gun."

Mr. Harvey kept two guns in his house; but he used them only for

shooting hawks, when they were flying about to steal the poultry. John

and Thomas had learned to use them, and sometimes spent an afternoon in

firing at a mark. But they never did so without their father's consent.

[Illustration: THE HAWK.]

Thomas soon joined the other boys, having the gun in his hand; and after

Mr. Harvey had bidden them to be careful, they followed in the direction

the hawk was flying. They kept close by the fence, so that it could not

see them. In a short time it was over the barn yard, and sailing round

and round, in order to make a sweep downwards. "Hurry, Thomas," said

John; and Thomas ran stooping along some bushes, followed by John and

Samuel, on their hands and feet. The hawk was now quite low, and the

boys could hear the hens screaming and running about. At last Thomas

reached the barn fence, and his brother told him to fire. But he could

not take aim, because the hawk was partly hidden by the corner of the

barn. "I am afraid he'll get that little chicken," said Samuel. "See if

you can take aim now," whispered John. The hawk now made a sweep at one

of the chickens; but it ran under the barn, and the hawk flew up a

little higher. Just then, Thomas fired. The hawk came down head

foremost, and Thomas threw away his gun, and sprang over the wall. John

and Samuel jumped after him, shouting as loud as they could. In a few

moments the hawk was dead. It was the largest one that either of them

had ever seen. When they reached the house, Mr. Harvey was waiting for

them; and on seeing so large a hawk, promised to have it stuffed for

them. The gun was then hung up in its place.

[Illustration]

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