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into the yard, where he chased the ducks and bothered the pigs and made himself generally disliked. He had a way of perching upon the back of old

de. But the truth was, that Jim Crow's wing had healed long ago, and was now as strong as ever; and, as the weeks passed by, and he grew big and fat, a grea

e didn't care much to associate with other crows. All he wanted was to be free, and do exactly

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he bandage on his wing until he got the end unfastened, and then it wasn't

een pressed together, and presently he knew that the wing which had been injured wa

at all grateful. With the knowledge of his freedom a fierce, cruel joy crept into his heart, a

these foolish humans remember him for a long time. So he dashed into a group of young chickens that had only been hatched a day or two before, and killed seven of them with his strong, curved claws and his w