The small boys wearied of digging canals between the water-holes. "Look at that great big crow over there," said one of them.
They armed themselves with a stone in each hand, and came sneaking forward behind the hummocks.
The raven saw them quite well. But that was not the worst thing it saw.
Not even out on the morass was antiquity to be left in peace. He had now seen that even the grey tree-roots, older than the oldest raven, and firmly inwoven into the deep, bottomless morass—that even they had to yield before the sharp axes.
And when the boys had got so near that they were on the point of opening fire, he raised his heavy wings and soared aloft.
But as he rose into the air and looked down upon the toiling men and the stupid boys, who stood gaping at him with a stone in each hand, a great wrath seized the old bird.
He swooped down upon the boys like an eagle, and while his great wings flounced about their ears, he shrieked in a terrible voice, "Go to the devil!"
The boys gave a yell and threw themselves down upon the ground. When they presently ventured to look up again, all was still and deserted as before: Far away, a solitary black bird winged to the westward.
But till they grew to be men—aye, even to their
