James Smail, Once a Week (1863)
“ He was soon certain it was an eagle, and, thinking that it must be lame, he got his whip ready to strike it down. But, just as he was about to lift his hand, it suddenly spread its great wings and flew off with a scream. From that moment he remembered the bird no more for many weeks; for his pony suddenly wheeled as the eagle flew off, and in trying to gallop down the steep hill, fell, heels over head, and crushed and bruised his rider to such an extent that he remained insensible for a considerable time, and unfit, for upwards of a year, to attend to his ordinary duties. ”
