"But they can't do it,"
he boasted.
At last there came a day when something happened that made Mr. Crow feel
prouder than ever. He had gone down to the village, wearing his bright
red coat. And a little way beyond the furthest house he perched in a tree
by the side of the railroad and waited for the train to pass. He had
heard it snorting at the station and he knew it was about to start.
Pretty soon the train came thundering up the track. And as soon as
it reached him Mr. Crow started to race with it. He had no trouble in
beating it, as he always did. And then he did something he had never done
before. As soon as he had passed the engine he swooped down and flew
right across the track in front of it.
All at once the train set up a terrible noise. It seemed to Mr. Crow that
it ground its teeth. And it came to a sudden stop, hissing as if it were
very angry.
Old Mr. Crow was the least bit startled. He alighted in the top of a tall
elm. And while he watched, two men jumped down from the engine and walked
along the track for a while.
Then they crawled back into the engine; and the train went slowly on
again.
"That's queer!" said Mr. Crow to himself.
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