`` 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 Blacky , as if very much astonished . `` How does corn happen to be way over here in the water ? '' Dusky shook his head . `` Do n't ask me , for I ca n't tell you , '' said he . `` I have n't the least idea . All I know is that every evening when we arrive , we find it here . How it gets here , I do n't know , and furthermore I do n't care . It is enough for me that it is here . '' `` I 've seen a man over here every afternoon , '' said Blacky . `` I thought he might be a hunter . '' `` Did he have a terrible gun ? ''
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