In a few minutes those Ducks would be where he could shoot them . `` Bang , bang '' went that gun below him again . With a roar of wings , Dusky and his flock were in the air and away . That hunter stood up and said things , and they were not nice things . He knew that those Ducks would not come back again that night , and that once more he must go home empty-handed . But first he would find out who that other hunter was and what luck he had had , so he tramped down the shore to where that gun had seemed to be . He found the blind of Farmer Brown 's boy , but there was no one there . You see , as soon as he had fired his gun the last time , Farmer Brown 's boy had slipped out and away . And as he tramped across the Green Meadows toward home with his gun , he chuckled . `` He did n't get those Ducks this time , '' said Farmer Brown 's boy . CHAPTER XXVII : The Hunter Gives Up Blacky The Crow did n't know what to think . He could n't make himself believe that Farmer Brown 's boy had really turned hunter , yet what else could he believe ? Had n't he with his own eyes seen Farmer Brown 's boy with a terrible gun hide in rushes along the Big River and wait for Dusky the Black Duck and his flock to come in ? And had n't he with his own ears heard the `` bang , bang '' of that very gun ? The very first thing the next morning Blacky had hastened over to the place where Farmer Brown 's boy had hidden in the rushes . With sharp eyes he looked for feathers , that would tell the tale of a Duck killed . But there were no feathers . There was n't a thing to show that anything so dreadful had happened . Perhaps Farmer Brown 's boy had missed when he shot at those Ducks . Blacky shook his head and decided to say nothing to anybody about Farmer Brown 's boy and that terrible gun .
You may be sure that early in the afternoon he was perched in the top of his favorite tree over by the Big XXXXX .
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