XLVI. His Prussimiism 



I DON'T see how the children failed to name the 

 turkey gobbler. He is the most distinct char- 

 acter on the farm just now, but they have not 

 given him a name. Perhaps they felt that 

 they were not equal to the task. He is in a con- 

 stant state of belligerency. As he is a super-tur- 

 key, weighing at least forty pounds, he is able to 

 make quite a stir. Apparently he has laid to heart 

 Nietzsche's advice and proposes to "Live danger- 

 ously." His mildest moments are threatening, and 

 when he gobbles and rubs his wings on the ground 

 he is an embodied offensive. This morning he re- 

 newed a trick that was a favourite with him last 

 summer. At daybreak he began to air his gran- 

 deurs under my bedroom window and there was no 

 more sleeping from that time. But as it is neces- 

 sary to be up betimes in this spring weather I did 

 not object. But if he keeps it up in the summer, 

 when daybreak comes shortly after 3 o'clock, there 

 will be trouble. 



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