He was on the way there now , flying low over the tree-tops . Presently he came to a little opening among the trees . In the middle of it was a little house , a rough little house . Blacky knew all about it . It was a sugar camp . He knew that only in the spring of the year was he likely to find anybody about there . All the rest of the year it was shut up . Every time he passed that way Blacky flew over it . Blacky 's eyes are very sharp indeed , as everybody knows . Now , as he drew near , he noticed right away that the door was partly open . It had n't been that way the last time he passed . `` Ho ! '' exclaimed Blacky . `` I wonder if the wind blew that open , or if there is some one inside . I think I 'll watch a while . '' So Blacky flew to the top of a tall tree from which he could look all over the little clearing and could watch the door of the little house . For a long time he sat there as silent as the trees themselves . Nothing happened . He began to grow tired . Rather , he began to grow so hungry that he became impatient .
`` If there is anybody in there he must be asleep , '' muttered XXXXX to himself .
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