Siiverspot 



no lessons in egg-hunting yet, for it is not the 

 season. They are unacquainted with clams, 

 and have never tasted horses' eyes, or seen 

 sprouted corn, and they don't know a thing 

 about travel, the greatest educator of all. They 

 did not think of that two months ago, and 

 since then they have thought of it, but have 

 learned to wait till their betters are ready. 



September sees a great change in the old 

 crows, too. Their moulting is over. They 

 are now in full feather again and proud of their 

 handsome coats. Their health is again good, 

 and with it their tempers are improved. Even 

 old Siiverspot, the strict teacher, becomes quite 

 jolly, and the youngsters, who have long ago 

 learned to respect him, begin really to love him. 

 He has hammered away at drill, teaching 

 them all the signals and words of command in 

 use, and now it is a pleasure to see them in the 

 early morning. 



■ Company i r the old chieftain would cry 

 m crow, and Company i would answer with a 

 great clamor. 



'Fly!* and himself leading them, they would 

 all fly straight forward. 



Si 



