You remember that Blacky the Crow led poor Bowser to an old road and there left him . Blacky reasoned that if Bowser had any sense at all , he would know that that road must lead somewhere and would follow it . If he did n't have sense enough to do this , he deserved to starve or freeze , was the way Blacky reasoned it out . Of course Blacky knew exactly where the road would lead . Now Bowser did have sense . Of course he did . The minute he found that road , a great load was taken from his mind . He no longer felt wholly lost . He was certain that all he had to do was to keep in that road , and sooner or later he would come to a house . The thing that worried him most was whether or not he would have strength enough to keep going until he reached that house . You remember that he was weak from lack of food , lame , and half frozen . Poor old Bowser ! He certainly was the picture of misery as he limped along that road . His tail hung down as if he had n't strength enough to hold it up . His head also hung low . He walked on three legs and limped with one of these . In his eyes was such a look of pain and suffering as would have touched the hardest heart . He whined and whimpered as he limped along . It seemed to him that he had gone a terribly long distance , though really it was not far at all , when something tickled his nose , that wonderful nose which can smell the tracks of others long after they have passed . But this time it was n't the smell of a track that tickled his nose ; it was something in the air .
XXXXX lifted his head and sniffed long and hard .
Blacky Bowser eyes house left load mind sense something strength