St Nicholas [serial] . had consti-tuted himself myguardian and myprotector. Themoment I wentout of the doorhe was on handto go. However,he would not go<far from home-When I drove, herode along, some-times on the?^ • -,- back of Coaly, the horse he hada fondness for,perhaps because she was jet-black like himself,(hence her name Coaly), and sometimes on theback or top of the buggy. If in the latter posi-tion, he would peer over the front at me, look-ing very cunning as he did so. After seeing mesafely on my way, he soared off home, and wentabout his business, which seemed to be that of
St Nicholas [serial] . had consti-tuted himself myguardian and myprotector. Themoment I wentout of the doorhe was on handto go. However,he would not go<far from home-When I drove, herode along, some-times on the?^ • -,- back of Coaly, the horse he hada fondness for,perhaps because she was jet-black like himself,(hence her name Coaly), and sometimes on theback or top of the buggy. If in the latter posi-tion, he would peer over the front at me, look-ing very cunning as he did so. After seeing mesafely on my way, he soared off home, and wentabout his business, which seemed to be that oflooking after everything on the farm. He was particularly busy when the fall harvestof fruits and vegetables was being garnered,going back and forth continuously betweenfield or orchard and cellar with the men. Healso took great interest in the barn-chores, fol-lowing the men about as they cared for thedumb and faithful creatures. Now and thenwould be heard Grips voice saying Allright, Hurry up. Perhaps he would be. WHEN I BEGAN CRACKING THEM, H] NEEDED NO INVITATION. 64 GRIP, THE TALKING CROW. circling high overhead. It caused one to havea strange and uncanny feeling. He wouldperch on the orchard fence when the horseswere turned out to graze awhile every evening,and call: Cope, Coaly, cope, Coaly, cope,cope, cope ! as he had heard the men hallooto the horses. During that fall I taught the district school,half a mile from home. It was a pleasantwalk, in good weather. Grip was on hand tosee me safely on my way each morning. Hewould hop or fly along, or ride on my shoulder,until he came to the bridge which spanned thecreek just half-way to the school-house. Thenhe would fly up into a tall willow-tree bendingover the water. Thus far would he go, but nofarther. One morning, however, he alighted on thewindow of the schoolhouse, tapping loudly .withhis beak upon the glass to be let in. The chil-dren all knew Grip. He was famed through-out the neighborhood for his powers of speechan
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