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block poets. He was obdurate, and not once did he "awake," not to mention "arise."

This afternoon, as Dad approached his dumb patient, he suddenly put down the bucket of water which he was carrying and ran, shouting angrily. A flock of crows flew away from Farmer and "cawed" from a tree close by. Dad was excited, and when he saw that one of the the animal's eyes was gone and a stream of blood trickled over its nose he sat down and hid his face in his big rough hands.

"Caw, caw!" came from the tree.

Dad rose and looked up. Curse you! "he hissed you black wretches of hell!"

"Caw, caw, caw!"

He ran towards the tree as though he would hurl it to the ground, and away flew the crows.

Joe arrived.