He has n't had a gun with him once when I have seen him , but just the same he is a hunter . I feel it in my bones . He knows those silly Ducks come in here every night for that corn he puts out . He knows that after they have been here a few times and nothing has frightened them , they will be so sure that it is a safe place that they will not be the least bit suspicious . Then he will hide behind those bushes he has placed close to the edge of the water and wait for them with his terrible gun . That is what he will do , or my name is n't Blacky . '' Finally Blacky decided to drop a hint to Dusky the Black Duck . So the next morning he stopped for a call . `` Good morning , '' said he , as Dusky swam in just in front of him . `` I hope you are feeling as fine as you look . '' `` Quack , quack , '' replied Dusky . `` When Blacky the Crow flatters , he hopes to gain something . What is it this time ? '' `` Not a thing , '' replied Blacky . `` On my honor , not a thing . There is nothing for me here , though there seems to be plenty for you and your relatives , to judge by the fact that I find you in this same place every morning . What is it ? '' `` Corn , '' replied Dusky in a low voice , as if afraid some one might overhear him . `` Nice yellow corn . '' `` Corn ! ''
exclaimed XXXXX , as if very much astonished .
Blacky Corn Dusky flatters hint morning night nothing relatives swam