A HERMIT'S WILD FRIENDS 



that my name is " Caw-caw," and whenever he 

 sees me he calls out in an eager manner. Some 

 Crow times he steals away from his mates and comes 



to my dooryard. The crows hear him when 

 he calls to me, and rush in, and with loud 

 cries drive him into the woods. 



There is another crow that " gobbles," and 

 I have made up my mind that he is unable to 

 utter the common cries of other crows. 



A few years ago I followed this crow for 

 two days. Not a sound escaped him other 

 than the loud gobble. After this, I saw many 

 things that convinced me that the crow was 

 deaf and dumb. 



There is another deaf and dumb crow about 

 four miles away. He is located on the line 

 between Gloucester and Essex. 



Five years ago a Mr. Clark, a resident of 

 Gloucester, told me about the last-named crow. 

 Mr. Clark was ninety years of age. He was 

 as straight and vigorous as a young man, and 

 possessed a fund of amusing stories. He told 

 how, when he went to his farm and found the 

 crows pulling up his grain, the sentinel would 

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