228 WALKS ABOUT TALLAHASSEE. 
along.” ‘“ What kind of game?” “ Well, 
sir, we may sometimes find a partridge.” I 
smiled at the anti-climax, but was glad to 
hear Bob White honored for once with his 
Southern title. 
A good many of my jaunts took me past 
the gallinule swamp before mentioned, and 
almost always I stopped and went near. It 
was worth while to hear the poultry cries of 
the gallinules if nothing more; and often 
several of the birds would be seen swimming 
about among the big white lilies and the 
green tussocks. Once I discovered one of 
them sitting upright on a stake, —a preca- 
rious seat, off which he soon tumbled 
awkwardly into the water. At another 
time, on the same stake, sat some dark, 
strange-looking object. The opera-glass 
showed it at once to be a large bird sit- 
ting with its back toward me, and holding 
its wings uplifted in the familiar heraldic, 
e-pluribus-unum attitude of our American 
spread-eagle ; but even then it was some 
seconds before I recognized it as an anhinga, 
—water turkey,—though it was a male 
in full nuptial garb. I drew nearer and 
nearer, and meanwhile it turned squarely 
