Next to the monkey, the crow haz the most deviltry to spare. They are
born verry wild, but kan be tamed az eazy az the goat kan, but a tame
crow iz aktually wuss than a sore thumb.
If thare iz enny thing about the house that they kant git into, it iz
bekause the thing ain't big enuff. I had rather watch a distrikt skool
than one tame crow. Crows live on what they kan steal, and they will
steal enny thing that aint tied down.
They are fond ov meat vittles, and are the first tew hold an inquest
over a departed horse, or a still sheep. They are a fine bird tew hunt,
but a hard one tew kill; they kan see you 2 miles first, and will smell
a gun right through the side ov a mountain.
They are not songstirs, altho they hav a good voice to cultivate, but
what they do sing, they seem to understand thoroughly; long praktiss has
made them perfekt.
The crow iz a tuff bird, and kan stand the heat like a blacksmith, and
the cold like a stun wall.
They bild their nest among a tree, and lay twice, and both eggs would
hatch out if they was laid in a snow bank,--thare aint no such thing as
stopping a young crow.
Crows are very lengthy; i beleave they live always i never knu one to
die a natral deth, and don't believe they kno how.
They are alwus thin in flesh, and are like an injun rubber shew, poor
inside and out.
They are not considered fine eating, altho i hav read sumwhare ov biled
crow, but still i never heard ov the same man hankering for sum biled
crow 2 times.
This essa on the crow is copied from natur, and if it is true i aint tew
blame for it; natur made the crow, i didn't; if i had i would hav made
her more honest and not quite so tuff.