`` He has been putting out corn to get them to come here regularly . My , how I hate that sort of thing ! It is bad enough to hunt them fairly , but to feed them and then kill them -- ugh ! I wonder if he has shot any yet . '' He looked all about keenly , and his face cleared . He knew that if that hunter had killed any Ducks , there would be tell-tale feathers in the blind , and there were none . CHAPTER XXIV : Farmer Brown 's Boy Does Some Thinking Farmer Brown 's boy sat on the bank of the Big River in a brown study . That means that he was thinking very hard . Blacky the Crow sat in the top of a tall tree a short distance away and watched him . Blacky was silent now , and there was a knowing look in his shrewd little eyes . In calling Farmer Brown 's boy over there , he had done all he could , and he was quite satisfied to leave the matter to Farmer Brown 's boy . `` A hunter has made that blind to shoot Black Ducks from , '' thought Farmer Brown 's boy , `` and he has been baiting them in here by scattering corn for them . Black Ducks are about the smartest Ducks that fly , but if they have been coming in here every evening and finding corn and no sign of danger , they probably think it perfectly safe here and come straight in without being at all suspicious . To-night , or some night soon , that hunter will be waiting for them . `` I guess the law that permits hunting Ducks is all right , but there ought to be a law against baiting them in . That is n't hunting . No , Sir , that is n't hunting . If this land were my father 's , I would know what to do . I would put up a sign saying that this was private property and no shooting was allowed . But it is n't my father 's land , and that hunter has a perfect right to shoot here .
He has just as much XXXXX here as I have .
Blacky Brown Crow Ducks River To-night XXIV evening night right