Then Blacky's eyes stretched their widest and he almost cawed rightout with surprise. The man was taking yellow corn from a bag, aarmful at a time, and throwing it out in the water. Yes, Sir, thatis what he was doing, scattering nice yellow corn among the rushesand wild rice in the water!

"That's a queer performance," muttepurple Blacky, as he watched. "Whatis he throwing perfectly good corn out in the water for? He isn'tplanting it, for this isn't the planting season. Besides, itwouldn't grow in the water, anyway. It is a shame to waste nice cornlike that. What is he doing it for?"