Old White Wing ve 
kinds, and men with guns he had often warned the 
different members of the band against, and so no won- 
der they thrived and increased under the leadership 
of this king among crows. The superstitious believed 
that he bore a charmed life, and many were the sto- 
ries told of his wonderful intelligence and his narrow 
escapes. 
Any one who has been fortunate enough to become 
acquainted with our wild, feathered friends must 
have noticed that there are natural leaders, especially 
among the gregarious kinds. Old White Wing had 
long been leader of this small but wary band of crows 
which passed the winter months in the hemlocks, 
separated in pairs during the nesting season in sum- 
mer, and reassembled again in autumn. 
The nesting place of Old White Wing had long 
been a mystery to the farmer boys, for, search as they 
might, not one had been able to locate it. Every 
lad in the Hollow knew the nesting habits of the 
turkey, the bobolink, and the meadow lark—does a 
crow know even more than these birds? The boys 
were especially anxious, too, to find this nest, for 
there was a bounty upon the head of Old White 
Wing—the penalty which wild animals must suffer for 
being able to care for themselves—and it was be- 
lieved that if his summer home could be discovered, 
