MY WOODLAND INTIMATES 



the possession of a kind-hearted little country lad, 

 who ministered so successfully to the wounded 

 bird that he recovered entirely from his injuries. 

 When old enough to fly Corny was given his 

 freedom, but his love for and trust in humankind 

 led him to seek their society rather than that of 

 his fellows. He would fly from house to house 

 of the settlement, receiving at each of his stop- 

 ping-places a welcome and a repast, unless as 

 sometimes happened his loud caw made itself 

 heard as early as three or four in the morning, on 

 which occasions we tried to turn a deaf ear to his 

 appeals. 



He was an eminently sociable fellow, and fre- 

 quently, when he saw his human friends starting 

 out for a walk, the fancy would take him to ac- 

 company them. Sometimes he would fly a little 

 in advance of the pedestrians, again he would lin- 

 ger behind to investigate wayside charms or ex- 

 change greetings with feathered acquaintances, 

 while often, as on the present occasion, he would 

 elect to make the journey on the hat of one of his 

 friends. 



The picture that memory conjures up for me 

 to-day is of this little company of four, wending 

 their way along the mountain-side road. There 



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