‘“Good,” said the other. “Look 
here.” 
He led him to one side and showed 
him the bodies of four crows and eight 
or ten hawks. Mr. Wing turned the hawks all 
over and looked at them carefully. 
“You haven’t yet the one I want,” he re- 
marked. 
Just then he glanced up and saw coming 
swiftly across the field a large bird, dark above 
and light below, its wings beating very rapidly. 
“There, that’s the bird,” cried Mr. Wing; 
“get it whatever else you do. I'll give you fifty 
dollars extra if you kill it.” 
Both men crouched down in the 
bushes. The duck hawk was 
headed for the pigeon-lofts and 
would pass directly over them. 
The stuffed owl flapped its wings 
and the hawk-man hooted, but the 
bird paid not the slightest atten- 
tion to either. On it came a hun- 
dred yards in the air. The owl 
The stuffed owl flapped 
its wings. 
beat his wings still more wildly 
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