AN EAGLE sat on a lofty rock, watching the movements of a Hare

　　whom he sought to make his prey1. An archer2, who saw the Eagle

　　from a place of concealment3, took an accurate aim and wounded him

　　mortally. The Eagle gave one look at the arrow that had entered

　　his heart and saw in that single glance that its feathers had

　　been furnished by himself. "It is a double grief to me," he

　　exclaimed, "that I should perish by an arrow feathered from my

　　own wings."