him surprised and killed; but that is not 

 crow nature. They would gladly worry the 

 ^^^: owl to death, if they could ; but they will 

 Snoa^ ¥^^^^- not stand by and see him slain by a common 

 ^^ enemy. The chatter ceases suddenly. Two 

 or three swift fliers leave the flock, circle 

 around you, and speed over the rock, utter- 

 ing short notes of alarm. With the first 

 sharp note, which all birds seem to under- 

 stand, the owl springs into the air, turns, 

 sees you, and is off up the beach. The 

 crows rush after him with crazy clamor, and 

 speedily drive him to cover again. — But 

 spare yourself more trouble. It is useless 

 to try stalking any game while the crows 

 are watching. 



