A JOLLY OLD CROW 



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Naturalist found him with a wound on his 

 own head, the result of some kind of an acci- 

 dent. His laugh that day had a sob in it, and 

 poor Jolly Jim Crow soon died. In spite of 

 his mischief, he was missed very much by his 

 friends who have continued to look forward 

 to another tame crow who would laugh at the 

 misfortunes of the tenants of the barnyard. 



One spring the boys decided that it was time 

 for them to be naturalists on their own ac- 

 count, and to make some observations accord- 

 ing to their own no- 

 tions. They decided 

 that crows would be 

 very good subjects, and 

 tramped the woods 

 along the river for 

 miles, as well as care- 

 fully examining every 

 part of the little wood 

 in search of their nests. 

 After spending several 

 hours in searching, 

 they found a nest in a 

 tall tree near the river, 

 and about a mile from 

 home. It was no mean 



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It was no mean climb to the nest. 



