288 Old White Wing 
A crow was just a crow to these men, and when 
the price of two pairs of wings was offered for the 
one with the white feathers, they counted themselves 
fortunate. 
When spring came and the separation for the sum- 
mer homes took place there was only a fragment of 
the host which in the autumn had made the grove 
vibrate with their cawing. Since the death of Old 
White Wing no such leader has ever appeared, and 
the old roost in the hemlocks has been largely for- — 
saken. 
