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nate trapper will find a score of turkeys at his mercy 

 without ever drawing a trigger. I should add, as a 

 set-off to this picture, that it occasional!}^ happens 

 that foxes, lynxes, or other beasts of prey precede 

 the trapper in his visit to the cage, in which case he 

 finds nothing hut a few feathers and some half- 

 gnawed hones. 



I will close this article on the American turkey 

 with an account of one of the best day's sport that, 

 in my opinion, ever took place among the savannahs 

 of the New "World. A friend and myself had been 

 spending six weeks with the Eed Skins, when one 

 morning an Indian announced to a chief of the tribe 

 that he had met, about five miles distant from the 

 camp, a flock of turkeys, which consisted of about 

 two hundred birds. Although the Red Skins usual!}' 

 lio!d tlie flesli of this bird in small estimation, and 

 only hunt it with snares, the desire of t!ie chief to 

 do wliat was agreeable to the pale -faces who were 

 his guests made liim resolve to give immediate 

 orders, so as not to lose the opportunity of procuring 

 for us one pleasure the more. 



In half an hour, the whole tribe was afoot and on 

 their way towards the spot where tlie Indian had 

 seen tlie turkeys. At a distance of about half a 

 mile from the place, the tribe divided into two 

 parties, one of which went towards the north and 

 the otlier southwards. It was a strange sight to see 

 these two hundred and eighty Red Skins walking in 



