Dodgeville chronicle. [volume] (Dodgeville, Wis.) 1862-current, 1868-06-05
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WATCHING THE GRO WIS.
By J. T. TRowRRIpGE.


"CAw, cawi'-You don't say sol-" Car, eaa0!
What, once moreg
Seems to me I've heard that observat on before,
And wish you would come. time L ,gin to talk
sense.
Come, I've sat here about long enough IN .he
fence.
And I'd like you to tell me in confidence what
Are your present intentions regarding this LOTT
- Car, car !"-Does thet mean that they'll go OF
they'll stay?
While I'm watching to learn what they're up to, ]
That for similar reasons they're just watching me
That's right Now be brave, and I'll show yon
Just light within twenty-nine yards of my gun!
I've hunted and hunted you all round the lot,
Now you must come here, if you want to be shot!
g. Cza0, caWP'-There they go again! Isn't it
strange
How they always contrive to keep just out Of
range!
The scamps have been shot at SO often, they
know
To rod just how far the old shotgun will throw
Now I've thought how I'll serve 'em tomorrow
The game old Jack Haskell played with 'em one
day
His snafes wouldn't catch em, his traps wouldn't
spring, -. ....
And, in spite of the very best guns he could bring
To bear on the subject, the powder he spent,
And the terriblest scarecrows his wits could in
Loud-clattering windmills and futtering flags,
Straw-stufed old dodgers rugged out in his rags,
And 10 oking quite life-lke in tail-coat and cap,
Irvine stretched round the cornfeld, suggesting
Spite of all-and he did all that ever man did
They pulled his corn almost before 1t was planted
Then he built him an ambush right out in the
field,
Where man could lie down at his ease, quite
concealed;
But though he kept watch in it, day after day,
And the thieves would light on it when he was
And tear up the corn all around it, not once
Did crow, young or old, show himself such a
AS to come within hail while the old man was
there;
For they are the cunningest fools, 1 declared
And, seeing him enter, they reasoned, no doubt,
That he must be in there until he came out!
Then, one morning, says he to young Jack, Now
1 bet
I've got an idee that'll do for 'em yeti
Go with me down into the corn-lot to-day;
Then, when I'm well placed in the ambush, I'll
stay,
While You shoulder your gun and march back to
For there's this little notion crows never could
larn
They can't count, as I'll show yeP' And show
him he did
Young Haskell went home while old Haskell lay
hid.
And the crows education had been so neglected =
They were so poor in fgures-they never sus-
pected,
If two had come down, and one only went back,
Then one must remain So, no sooner was Jack
Out of sight, than again to the field they came
focking
AS thick as three rats in little boys stocking.
They darkened the air, and they blackened the
ground;
They came in a cloud to the windmill, and
drowned
It's loudest cg0ck-clack with louder caao-caao.
They lit on the tail-coat, and laughed at the
straw.
by time p says old Jack, "now I've got ye"
Bang! Bang!
Blazed his short double-shooter right into The
gang!
Then, picking the dead crows up out of the dirt
he
Was pleased to perceive that he'd killed about
thirtyl
Now that's just the way I'll astonish the rascals
I'll set up an ambush like old Mr. Haskells;
Then see if don't get shotl Yes, I'll borrow
Another boy somewhere and try em tomorrow
- Car, a1O!'-You're as knowing a bird as
know;
But there are things little too deep for crow
just add one to one now, and what's the amount
You're mighty cute crceturs, but, then, you can
count
.--OtIr Y0u,,q Folks.