What we have will be sufficient.

Let us make trial at once!" "Where is the bearcoot ?" asked Caspar, looking around to discover the bird.
"Yonner be he, young sahib," answered Ossaroo, pointing towards the precipice; "yonner sitee he--ober da rock." The eagle was perceived, perched, or rather crouching, on a low ledge of the cliff,--upon which it had dropped down after its unsuccessful attempt at flight.

It looked crestfallen, and as if it would suffer itself to be caught by the hand.

But as Ossaroo approached it with this intention, the bird seemed to fancy itself free, and once more rose, with a bold swoop, into the air.
It was only to feel the check-string tighten afresh upon his leg.

It came fluttering down again, first drawn back by the weight of the log, and afterwards by the strong arm of the shikaree.
The log was now removed; and the whole rope they had on hand--a length of rather more than fifty yards--was knotted in its place.
The bearcoot was again set free--Ossaroo taking care to keep the leash well in hand; and now the beautiful bird of Jove rose into the air, as if not the summit of the cliff, but the proud peak of Chumulari, was to be the limit of its flight.
At the height of fifty yards its soaring ambition was suddenly curbed, by the check-string of Ossaroo, reminding it that it was still a captive.
The experiment had proved successful.