So after that the old man named him Satan, fur he said it was Satan's trick to keep things from growing.

They was some blue and white pigeons wasn't scared to come and set on his shoulders; but you could see the old man really liked that crow Satan better'n any of them.
Well, we hung around all afternoon listening to the old man talk, and liking him better and better.

First thing we knowed it was getting along toward supper time.

And nothing would do but we must stay to supper, too.

We was pinted toward a place on the railroad called Smithtown, but when we found we couldn't get a train from there till ten o'clock that night anyhow, and it was only three miles away, we said we'd stay.
After supper we calculated we'd better move.