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would be quite safe, while Malcolm acknowledged 
that he had no present intention of setting up a 
crow. 
“ A gentleman once raised a crow,” continued the 
governess — “ that is, he took it when it was very 
young — and by kind treatment made it so tame that 
it seemed quite like one of the family, and became 
particularly attached to its master — so much so that 
it knew him even after a long absence. This gentle- 
man lived on the Delaware near Easton, and the 
crow was in the family for several years. But one 
day it disappeared, and could not be found in any 
of its haunts, till at length it was regretfully decided 
that the bird had been shot by some vagabond gun- 
ner or possibly lost its life by an accident. Killed 
it certainly must be in some way. 
“ Nearly a year after its disappearance the gentle- 
man was standing on the river-shore one morning in 
company with some friends when a number of crows 
passed by. One of these birds left the flock, and, 
flying toward the party, alighted on the gentleman’s 
shoulder, and began to gabble away with great volu- 
bility, as though delighted at meeting an old friend. 
After the first surprise the person thus singled out 
recognized his old acquaintance who had disappeared 
so mysteriously, and tried very cautiously to get hold 
of him without seeming to do so. But Master Crow 
