A JOLLY OLD CROW 



THE Naturalist was very much annoyed. 

 Something was taking his turkey eggs. 

 He could look with composure upon the loss 

 when the polecats robbed a hen's nest, and did 



Jolly Jim Crow. 



not take it as seriously as might be when the 

 rabbits girdled his young apple trees. His 

 White Holland turkeys were his special de- 

 light, however, and it was quite a different 

 matter when anything happened to them. 

 They were excellent birds of a breeding which 



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