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mutual warmth. Here, each with head 

 poked deep under his wing, they would 

 remain till dawn, when with more uproar 

 they would all whirl off together to some 

 common breakfasting place. Later in 

 the day they would become separated, 

 only to drop in at night to the usual 

 roost. 



It was not a very safe proceeding, for 

 farm boys, eager to use that new gun, 

 used to go down before sunset and hide 

 beneath the pines, letting go both barrels 

 with great slaughter after the crows had 

 become settled. Perhaps this had some- 

 thing to do with the breaking up of the 

 custom, for now, though many- crows 

 roost on the Wheeler place, they do so 

 singly, each in his own room, so to 

 speak. 



The same is true of the crow guests 



at the Pasture Pines Hotel. I had the 



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