Katharine Pyle,
Fairy Tales from Many Lands
“ Then, striking his canoe upon its side he shot rapidly away over the lake.Two enormous eagles rose and circled about Panigwun; their wings beat the air with a sound like thunder and they shrieked fiercely. For a moment the boy closed his eyes, dizzy with the height from the ground and the noise; then gathering his courage [67] and commending himself to his guardian spirit, he drew his knife and flourished it.“The eagle is the king of birds,” he cried, “but man is the king of the eagles. I am the master and you are the servants. Take me upon your wings and carry me to the magician’s island.” ”
