Common Sandpiper.
"Well," said Frank, "I think we have had an uncommonly good day."
"So do I," replied Jimmy, "and I feel uncommonly hungry. Don't you?"
"It seems to me that we do nothing but eat," observed Dick.
"I should like to go to bed soon. I am tired, and my ribs ache from my tumble," said Frank.
CHAPTER XIII.
A Grizzly Bear.—Gossamers.—Strike only on the Box.
After Frank's cuts and bruises were plastered up, the boys turned into their berths and were soon fast asleep. Now the hawks had been placed in a corner at the foot of Jimmy's berth, and crouched together quiet and sullen. The foot of Jimmy's bed was only about six inches from them, and as he turned and twisted in his sleep, he pushed his foot out of the bottom of the bed, exposing his toes within tempting reach of the young hawks' talons. The natural consequence followed. One of the birds seeing this capital chance of avenging himself on his enemies, seized fast hold of Jimmy's big toe with his sharp beak. Jimmy jumped up with a loud yell, and hitting his forehead against the roof of the cabin fell down again on the floor. Frank, hearing a noise, started up not more than half awake, and fell out of his hammock on to the top of Jimmy, whom he seized by the throat. Dick awoke from a dream of Arctic exploration, and cried out,—
"Is that a grizzly bear?"