beneath a coat of ebon hue
may beat a heart that's kind and true.
the worst of scamps in time of need
will often do a kindly deed.
bowser the hound.
"caw, ca-a-w!" exclaimed blacky the crow. bowser looked up to the top of the tall tree where blacky sat, and in his great, soft eyes was such a look of friendliness that it gave blacky a funny feeling. you know blacky is not used to friendly looks. he is used to quite the other kind. bowser came out of the old sugar house where he had spent the night and whined softly as he looked up at blacky, and as he whined he wagged his tail ever so slightly. blacky didn't know what to make of it. he had never been more surprised in his life. he didn't know which surprised him most, finding bowser 'way over here where he had no business to be, or bowser's friendliness.
as for bowser, he had spent such a forlorn, miserable night, and he was so terribly lonesome, that the very sound of blacky's voice had given him a queer thrill. never had he thought of blacky the crow as a friend. in fact, he never thought much about blacky at all. sometimes he had chased blacky out of farmer brown's corn-field early in the spring but that is all he ever had had to do with him. now, however, lonesome and lost as he was, the sound of a familiar voice made him tingle all over with a friendly feeling. so he whined softly and wagged his tail feebly as he looked up at blacky sitting in the top of a tall tree. presently bowser limped out to the middle of the little clearing and turned first this way and then that way. then he sat down and howled dismally. in an instant blacky the crow understood; bowser was lost.
"so that's the trouble," muttered blacky to himself. "that silly dog has got himself lost. i never will be able to understand how anybody can get lost. i never in my life was lost, and never expect to be. but it is easy enough to see that bowser is lost and badly lost. my goodness, how lame he is! i wonder what's happened to him. serves him right for hunting other people, but i'm sorry for him just the same. what a helpless creature a lost dog is, anyway. i suppose if he doesn't find a house pretty soon he will starve to death. old man coyote wouldn't. reddy fox wouldn't. they would catch something to eat, no matter where they were. i suppose they wouldn't thank me for doing it, but just the same i think i'll take pity on bowser and help him out of his trouble."
