frighten them so that they would not return. Then the flock turned
and started off in the direction from which they had come, and in a
few minutes they were merely a black line disappearing far down the
Big River.

Blacky headed straight for the Green Forest, chuckling as he
flew. He knew that those Ducks would not return until after dark. He
had saved them this time, and he was so happy he didn't even notice
the Black Shadows. And the hunter stood up and shook his fist at
Blacky the Crow.



CHAPTER XXIII: Blacky Calls Farmer Brown's Boy

Blacky awoke in the best of spirits. Late the afternoon before he
had saved Dusky the Black Duck and his flock from a hunter with a
terrible gun. He wasn't quite sure whether he was most happy in
having saved those Ducks by warning them just in time, or in having
spoiled the plans of that hunter. He hates a hunter with a terrible
gun, does Blacky. For that matter, so do all the little people of
the Green Forest and the Green Meadows.

So Blacky started out for his breakfast in high spirits. After
breakfast, he flew over to the Big

River to see if Dusky the Black Duck was feeding in the rushes along
the shore. Dusky wasn't, and Blacky guessed that he and his flock
had been so frightened by that warning that they had kept away from
there the night before.