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on. The bird ran with drooping wings. He was 

 about all in. So was I. Suddenly he stopped and 

 squatted. I tried to stop, but could not, and fell 

 with soul-shaking violence. 



When I sat up, the gobbler had crawled into 

 the barn, and with the assistance of my wife and 

 daughter, who draped me in a table-cloth, I re- 

 turned to my room, regained my breath gradually, 

 and resumed my clothing. 



Does any one wish to buy an adult male tur- 

 key ? Weighs thirty pounds ; is a direct descend- 

 ant of the first turkey seen by the Pilgrim Fa- 

 thers when they moored their bark on the wild 

 New England shore. It may be the original 

 turkey. I can't say. Turkeys are not in general 

 valuable on account of their antiquity, but a 

 genuine Stradivarius turkey, with Sheraton legs, 

 Hepplewhite upholstery, and Chippendale var- 

 nish, of undoubted antiquity and undisputed an- 

 cestry, ought to bring a good price. At any rate, 

 the turkey industry on the D. F. Ranch is hereby 

 discontinued. 



