When friends prove false, whomm may we trust? The springs of faith are turned to dust. - Blacky the Crow.

Blacky the Crow was in the top of his favorite tree over near theBig River early this night. He didn't know what was going tohappen, but he felt in his bones that something was, and he meant tobe on hand to see. For a long time he sat there, seeing nothingunusual. At last he spied a tiny figure far away across the GreenMeadows. Even at that distance he really knew who it was; it was FarmerBrown's boy, and he was coming toward the Big River.