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 River . His heart sank , just as on the afternoon before , when he saw Farmer Brown 's boy with his terrible gun trudging across the Green Meadows to the Big River . Instead of going to the same hiding place he made a new one farther down . Then came the hunter a little earlier than usual . Instead of stopping at his blind , he walked straight to the blind Farmer Brown 's boy had first made . Of course , there was no one there . The hunter looked both glad and disappointed .
He went back to his own blind and sat down , and while he watched for the coming of the Ducks , he also watched that other blind to see if the unknown hunter of the night XXXXX would appear .
Blacky Brown Duck Hunter Meadows River XXVII afternoon before first