Now , however , lonesome and lost as he was , the sound of a familiar voice made him tingle all over with a friendly feeling . So he whined softly and wagged his tail feebly as he looked up at Blacky sitting in the top of a tall tree . Presently Bowser limped out to the middle of the little clearing and turned first this way and then that way . Then he sat down and howled dismally . In an instant Blacky the Crow understood ; Bowser was lost . `` So that 's the trouble , '' muttered Blacky to himself . `` That silly dog has got himself lost . I never will be able to understand how anybody can get lost . I never in my life was lost , and never expect to be . But it is easy enough to see that Bowser is lost and badly lost . My goodness , how lame he is ! I wonder what 's happened to him . Serves him right for hunting other people , but I 'm sorry for him just the same . What a helpless creature a lost dog is , anyway . I suppose if he does n't find a house pretty soon he will starve to death . Old Man Coyote would n't . Reddy Fox would n't . They would catch something to eat , no matter where they were . I suppose they would n't thank me for doing it , but just the same I think I 'll take pity on Bowser and help him out of his trouble . '' CHAPTER VIII HOW BLACKY THE CROW HELPED BOWSER The blackest coat may cover the kindest heart .
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