152 H^tnantu of tfft ^vttu 



" O, ho, my fine fellow," cried the 

 farmer, " so you will pull my corn will 

 you ? I will teach you better." 



At first he thought he would wring 

 the crow's neck and hang him in the 

 field, but a better thought came to him. 

 So he fastened a piece of wire to the 

 crow's leg, and then tethered him with a 

 long string. This left the crow free to 

 flop about for a rod or two, but he could 

 not fly away to the woods with his 

 fellows. 



The farmer's plan worked like a charm, 

 for whenever the captive crow saw the 

 clan coming his way, he at once gave the 

 danger call, and they always flew away. 



A month dragged slowly by, and al- 

 though the crow was still a captive, yet 

 he was treated very well for a thief. The 

 farmer occasionally threw him a handful 

 of grain, and this, with what he could 



