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days of Kansas, tells me that she has heard a Crow talk. 

 An Indian used to visit the mission station, bringing with 

 him one of these birds tamed, with the tongue split, and 

 able to mimic distinctly quite a number of words, as also 

 to originate little sentences of his own. During one of 

 these Indian visits, a patch of land connected with the 

 station was being plowed. The Crow, with his bright 

 red ribbon tied around him and trailing on the ground, was 

 busy picking up the insects, when our lady, then a little 

 girl, along with her sisters, was trying to catch the ends of 

 ribbon. Just as their tiny hands were about to grasp them, 

 the wily Crow would spring forward, thus eluding their 

 grasp, and looking back would tauntingly say, "You didn't, 

 did you ?" Well done for a Crow ! 



At Pittsburgh, Audubon once saw a pair of Crows per- 

 fectly white. Also a trusty parishioner of mine testifies 

 that some years since he was accustomed, for some time, to 

 see a pure white Crow leading the flock from one block of 

 woods on his farm to another. 



The home of our Crow is throughout temperate North 

 America to 55, excepting the central plains and southern 

 Rocky Mountains. 



