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members of my family, the neighbors, and the 

 populace generally, as a very dangerous antago- 

 nist. 



My daughter, like her father extraordinarily 

 gifted in the way of legs, had no difficulty in 

 distancing the old fellow, and dodging his fierce 

 rushes, and the daily sight of a very funny young 

 lady with spindly legs flying across the yard pur- 

 sued by a red-faced, gobbling turkey, added much 

 to the interest with which the neighborhood 

 viewed him. 



My wife, however, had no patience with the 

 young lady or any one else who was afraid of 

 an old turkey, and expressed great confidence 

 that the day old Tom came at her would be a very 

 sad day for the poor old fellow. This naturally 

 made me look forward to the inevitable meeting 

 between the mistress of the house and the master 

 of the yard as a prospective treat. 



One day I was in the barn and saw the usual 

 stern chase swinging its way across the yard. 

 Scarcely had the house-door slammed before it 

 opened again, and there strode forth, with firm 

 step and resolute manner, the lady of the house 

 with the light of high purpose and the glint 

 of warlike determination beaming through her 

 specs. The old cock had retired some distance 

 from the house, but drew up as the apparition 

 approached. 



