THE WILD TURKEY 293 
Reshaw, a young halfbreed Sioux, who was one of our 
camp helpers and guides, killed a twenty-one-pound 
black and tan turkey in the scraggy pine hills along 
White River, twenty miles north of our camp and forty- 
five or fifty miles this side of the Black Hills. He killed 
the bird flying, from out of a bunch of five which he 
had jumped from a patch of ground cherries on one 
of the bluffs. He knew what the birds were, as he and 
his brother had killed several the previous winter 
in the same vicinity. 
“Two days later Alfred, the late George W. Scrib- 
ner, of San Francisco, and I went to White River, 
where the Sioux had killed his gobbler, and although 
we hunted assiduously for hours up and down on 
both sides of the river, we found no turkey. We 
did find plenty of sign, however, in almost every rose 
thicket and among the dried ground cherries from 
which Alfred had flushed his birds. We found fresh 
tracks and fresh droppings, showing that the birds had 
been there after the day the Sioux made his kill. 
“Along the White River in this particular region 
are extensive fastnesses well adapted to the fancy of 
wild turkeys, low scraggy acorn-bearing oaks, deep 
arroyos, with numerous springs, thickets of plum, crab 
and grape, rose fields, ground and choke cherry patches 
and many vegetable growths on which the birds feed 
in the fall and summer.” 
The Reshaws (Richard) are a well-known family of 
Sioux mixed bloods, descendants of one or more French 
