BIRDS THAT PREY AND SOME THAT DO NOT 463 



then the boy heard his black friend using most un- 

 printable language, betokening both rage and great 

 excitement. Seizing a club and hastening to his 

 friend's assistance, Dick was horrified when he saw 

 a large eagle vainly trying to lift a white object 

 from the ground, while Jim was making a frantic 

 attack upon the eagle, aided by the king-bird and 

 humming bird. With one bound the boy landed on 

 the battle ground, and with a mightly swing of the 

 cudgel he laid the bald-headed robber prone among 

 the flowers. The next moment he had gathered his 

 little baby sister in his sturdy young arms. Her 

 white pinafore was torn to shreds, but she was un- 

 hurt. 



"Poo Jim, him fight naughty big bird, poo 



Jim," lisped the little girl. Poor Jim indeed! 



There he lay, his beautiful black wings outstretched, 



moving with the tremor preceding 



^^fejjjKbr death. Jim the Crow had been 



>9 killed with the same blow that 



r slew the eagle. 



^||hb I n va ' n did Dick use every 



jj|v Ib^ means in his power to resuscitate 

 L his friend and comrade. The 

 , genial and brave bird was past 

 x^ti^ I help. A little mound amid the 



* 1 I^^B lupines marks the spot where the 

 quaint and lovable soul was freed 

 from the black body which is buried there. A 

 shingle serves as a headstone and inscribed there- 

 on is this legend: 



