GENERAL JIM 155 
friends. He knew they must be hungry, too. 
Here was food enough for a hundred crows. He 
must find them, and let them know! At last he 
was rewarded by an answering caw, and one of 
the three appeared above the pines on the slope 
of the mountain. Jim swung rapidly toward 
him, down wind, and soon he was leading all three 
toward the precious trail of grain on the road. 
While the three ate, Jim, too, consumed a little 
more, walking back along the trail of feed, which 
evidently extended clear to the village. 
But his work was not yet done. Flying to a 
roadside tree, the oldest crow peremptorily sum- 
moned the rest. This storm had created a dan- 
gerous crisis for all the crows who had elected to 
winter in those parts, instead of going south. 
Tribal safety demanded that as many as possible 
be notified of the salvation offered by the grain. 
Jim was to go north, he himself would go south, 
another east, another west. Each was to bring 
back all the crows he could muster as soon as it 
was daylight. So Jim’s social consciousness was 
thus enlarged from the neighborhood to the tribe. © 
No sleep in his warm tree for him that night! 
