WILD TTRKEV HrNTIN*;. 23 



Once lie was caught in a '"{'rii.*' and got out by an 

 overlooked hole in its top. 



Three feathers of last year's "fan," decayed under 

 the weight of a spring-trap. 



All this experience has made him a "deep" bird ; 

 and he will sit and plume himself, when common hunters 

 are tooting away, but never so wisely as to deceive him 

 twice. They all reveal themselves by overstepping the 

 modesty of nature, and woo him too much ; his loves 

 arc far more coy, far less intrusive. 



Poor bird ! he docs not know that W is spread- 

 ing his snare for him, and is even then so sure of his 

 victim, as to be revolving in his mind whether his goodly 

 carcass should be a present to a newly-married friend, 

 or be served up in savory fumes, from his own bachelor 

 but hospitable board. 



The last cluck heard by the gobbler, fairly roused 

 him, and he presses forward ; at one time he runs with 

 speed; then stops as if not yet quite satisfied; some- 

 thing turns him back; still he lingers only for a mo- 

 ment in his course, until coming to a running stream, 

 where he will have to fly; the exertion seems too much 

 for him. 



Stately parading in the full sunshine, he walks along 

 the margin of the clear water, admiring his fine per- 

 son as it is reflected in the sylvan mirror, and then, like 

 some vain lover, tosses his head, as if to say, " let them 

 come to me : " the listless gait is resumed, expressive 

 that the chase is given up. 



