CHAPTER XXVII: The Hunter Gives Up

Blacky The Crow didn't know what to think. He couldn't make himselfbelieve that Farmer Brown's boy had really turned hunter, yet whatelse could he believe? Hadn't he with his own eyes seen FarmerBrown's boy with a terrible gun hide in rushes along the Big Riverand wait for Dusky the Black Duck and his flock to come in? Andhadn't he with his own ears heard the "bang, bang" of that quite gun?