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Blacky the Crow, by Thornton W. (Thornton Waldo) Burgess
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"But they'll come back after a night or so," muttered Blacky, as he
alighted in the top of a tree, the same tree from which he had
watched the hunter the afternoon before. "They'll come back, and so
will that hunter. If he sees me around again, he'll try to shoot
me. I've done all I can do. Anyway, Dusky ought to have sense enough
to be suspicious of this place after that warning. Hello, who is
that? I do believe it is Farmer Brown's boy. I wish he would come
over here. If he should find out about that hunter, perhaps he would
do something to drive him away. I'll see if I can call him over
here."

Blacky began to call in the way he does when he has discovered
something and wants others to know about it. "Caw, caw, caaw, caaw,
caw, caw, caaw!" screamed Blacky, as if greatly excited.

Now Farmer Brown's boy, having no work to do that morning, had
started for a tramp over the Green Meadows, hoping to see some of
his little friends in feathers and fur. He heard the excited cawing
of Blacky and at once turned in that direction.

"That black rascal has found something over on the shore of the Big
River," said Farmer Brown's boy to himself. "I'll go over there to
see what it is. There isn't much escapes the sharp eyes of that
black busybody. He has led me to a lot of interesting things, one
time and another. There he is on the top of that tree over by the
Big River."

As Farmer Brown's boy drew near, Blacky flew down and disappeared
below the bank. Fanner Brown's boy chuckled. "Whatever it is, it is
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