It made me start; and then I was angry because I started.

I looked up, and the creature was sitting on a limb right over me, looking down at me.
I felt something of the same sense of humiliation and injury which one feels when he finds that a human stranger has been clandestinely inspecting him in his privacy and mentally commenting upon him.

I eyed the raven, and the raven eyed me.

Nothing was said during some seconds.
Then the bird stepped a little way along his limb to get a better point of observation, lifted his wings, stuck his head far down below his shoulders toward me and croaked again--a croak with a distinctly insulting expression about it.

If he had spoken in English he could not have said any more plainly than he did say in raven, "Well, what do YOU want here ?" I felt as foolish as if I had been caught in some mean act by a responsible being, and reproved for it.