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this little terror would go after him as 

 fearlessly as he did after the hawk. 



The discomfited crow who had been 

 forced to leave his watch-tower at the 

 top of the hemlock, by a pair of little 

 kingbirds, felt that his dignity had been 

 greatly hurt. His pride had been so 

 humbled that he was in very bad spirits. 

 But as good luck would have it, the very 

 first light that he made was in a tall 

 bushy-topped beech, where he discovered 

 an owl's nest. This at once put him in 

 good spirits, and he flew away calling for 

 his fellows at the top of his voice. The 

 crow loves to torment a hawk or owl as 

 well as the kingbird does a crow, and in 

 a very short time the trees about the 

 beech were black with them. 



With his usual prudence, the sagacious 

 old leader posted two or three alert crows 

 as sentries in trees near by, that no one 



