THE HOODED CROW 
All that night the old fir-tree swayed and 
dripped in the storm, and at dawn pools of 
water stood in hollows which the parching 
winds had licked dry. But James Driscoll, 
crossing the bogs to the mountain at noon, saw 
nothing of Fionog-liat and his marauders, for 
overhead the cloud-wreaths still scurried fast 
before the brave sou'-wester the sou'-wester 
which carries warm rain in thaw, the sou'- 
wester which blows into the East-country. 
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