WILD LIFE IN THE FARM-YARD 67 



We listened, but there was no frightened "gob- 

 ble" from the tree-tops. There were wild tur- 

 keys all around me in the swamp; but, though I 

 sat up until the big southern moon rode high 

 overhead, I heard no answer, no challenge to the 

 echoing hoot of the great owl. The next day a 

 colored boy brought aboard the boat a wild turkey 

 which he had shot in the swamp; but I am still 

 waiting to see and hear the great bronze bird alive 

 in its native haunts. 



