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OUTWITTING THE CROW. 
I have heard of and once seen crows captured 
by having one of them (previously caught in a 
basket trap or other snare), secured by a bit’ 
of string to the criss-cross strings of a native 
charpoy, says a writer in the Asian. He must 
be tied down on his back with his legs skyward. 
In this unusual and uncomfortable attitude he 
creates a fearful noise—as may well be 
imagined, for the crow is a noisy creature at 
the best of times—and his cries attract his 
friends and acquaintances whose curiosity brings 
them cawing down to the secured bird, perhaps 
to find out what ails him, and as sure as one 
comes within reach of his claws, he holds on 
to him hard and fast and keeps him there. The 
newcomer is then secured and either hidden 
away or tied up in like manner and set to se¬ 
curing others of his family. Incredible as it 
may seem, the gypsies of India eat the carrion 
crow. 
I have heard of a very good and simple 
method—Yankee, I think—for scaring crows 
from ground that has been sown with seed or 
grain, and it seems to me quite as adaptable to 
India as America or any other country. It con¬ 
sists of paper funnels or little “fool’s caps,” 
made about five inches long, and wide enough at 
the open end to admit the head of a crow. A 
little grain should first be put into the horn and 
then the inside of the upper edge well smeared 
with bird lime, or other strong adhesive that 
will not dry too rapidly. And the funnel should 
be placed lightly in a hollow in the soil deep 
enough to take it in right to the upper edge. 
The crow soon comes to inquire into the matter 
—for curiosity is one of his strong points—dis¬ 
covers the grain and ignores the adhesive, and 
pops in his head to reach the food thoughtfully 
placed within his reach. He flies off, mad with 
fright, with the cap sticking to his head, creat¬ 
ing terror in crowland with his strange head 
dress, and effectively scaring his fellows from 
that field. 
AN ANGRY OYSTER. 
Many, many years ago a sad and dreamy man 
walked by the shores of a large bay. He was 
listening to the slow beat of the waves dashing 
against the sand. At his feet lay a very ugly 
old oyster, all' covered with tiny shellfishes and 
seaweeds. As the traveler wandered about this 
water citizen, which looked to him like a rock, 
he kicked it to find out what it was and why it 
should be so covered. At such treatment the 
surprised oyster opened its wide mouth in as¬ 
tonishment and then tightly closed its shell. 
While the creature’s mouth was open the man 
noticed the beautiful, creamy layers within the 
shell, so he determined to find out more about 
his new acquaintance. He pried open the 
mouth of the oyster. This enraged the shellfish 
so that it snapped the heavy doors together, 
bruising the traveler’s hand. As soon as pos¬ 
sible the man released his pinched fingers and 
put them in his mouth to ease the pain. Al¬ 
most instantly the hurting was forgotten, for as 
the man sucked his fingers he was delighted 
with the taste of the oyster. He realized that 
he had discovered a new dish to please the ap¬ 
petite. H-is was the first oyster feast. 
Ever since people have been eating oysters 
and attending to growing them. An old Roman 
emperor, Vitellius, was so fond of oysters that 
he boasted of being able to eat a thousa'nd at 
one time. A certain French king made his 
cook a nobleman because he cooked oysters so 
deliciously. It is said that Napoleon used to al¬ 
ways eat oysters just before he expected to fight 
a great battle. To-day millions of people en¬ 
joy the same taste that the dreamy traveler en¬ 
joyed after he had offended the water citizen 
on the sandy shore.—Virginian Citizen. 
Instead of attending church, 
Hiram went fishing for perch 
Of a Sunday. 
His frail canoe of white birch 
Upset with a sudden lurch. 
Then after a search. 
He was buried from the church 
Of a Monday. 
—Magruder. 
