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which he sat and chewed and smacked his lips 

 and jammed his head down sideways to bring 

 the backmost teeth to bear, while the baby runt 

 scrambled into the home den, carrying in tri- 

 umph his share— the Gobbler's grotesque head 

 and neck. 



Jake felt that he had been grievously wronged, 

 indeed ruined, by that Coyote that stole his 

 Turkeys. He vowed he would skin them alive 

 when he found the pups, and took pleasure in 

 thinking about how he would do it. His at- 

 tempt to follow Saddleback by trailing was a 

 failure, and all his searching for the den was 

 useless, but he had come prepared for any 

 emergency. In case he found the den he had 

 brought a pick and shovel ; in case he did not 

 he had brought a living white Hen. 



The Hen he now took to a broad open place 

 near where he had seen Saddleback, and there 

 he tethered her to a stick of wood that she 

 could barely drag. Then he made himself c< >m- 

 fortable on a lookout that was near, and lay still 

 to watch. The Hen, of course, ran to the end 



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