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Providentially Rescued

           Onlyasecondpassed,asecondthatseemedanage,andtheenormousbirdreappeared,carryingaheavyloadandflyingataslowrate.

           Acryofhorrorroseonallsides.Itwasahumanbodythecondorhadinhisclaws,danglingintheair,andapparentlylifelessitwasRobertGrant.Thebirdhadseizedhimbyhisclothes,andhadhimhangingalreadyatleastonehundredandfiftyfeetintheair.Hehadcaughtsightofthetravelers,andwasflappinghiswingsviolently,endeavoringtoescapewithhisheavyprey.

           "Oh!wouldthatRobertweredashedtopiecesagainsttherocks,ratherthanbea—"

           Hedidnotfinishhissentence,butseizingWilson’scarbine,tookaimatthecondor.Hisarmwastootrembling,however,tokeeptheweaponsteady.

           "Letmedoit,"saidtheMajor.Andwithacalmeye,andsurehandsandmotionlessbody,heaimedatthebird,nowthreehundredfeetabovehimintheair.

           Butbeforehehadpulledthetriggerthereportofagunresoundedfromthebottomofthevalley.Awhitesmokerosefrombetweentwomassesofbasalt,andthecondor,shotinthehead,graduallyturnedoverandbegantofall,supportedbyhisgreatwingsspreadoutlikeaparachute.Hehadnotletgohisprey,butgentlysankdownwithitontheground,abouttenpacesfromthestream.

           "We’vegothim,we’vegothim,"shoutedGlenarvan;andwithoutwaitingtoseewheretheshotsoprovidentiallycamefrom,herushedtowardthecondor,followedbyhiscompanions

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