"Meanwhile, if you wish to say a 'thank you' to the one who brought me here to you, I think you'll find him up there on the cliff ledge, where once you found a helpless eaglet.

I thought of OEnone's "tall, dark pines, that fringed the craggy ledge High over the blue gorge, and all between The snowy peak and snow-white cataract Fostered the callow eaglet;" and certainly she had on Mount Ida no more beautiful trees than these.

There was no one in the nest save a little half-fledged eaglet who was screaming for food.