THE WILD TURKEY. 



dream, and the roar of their wings died away 

 like the last strain of some soul-touching song. 



" How many dropped? " 



As Prometheus observed to lo, 



TO fj.r) nafyeiv crot xpeiacrov rj jua&eiv raSe. 



He was too much of a gentleman to tell her it 

 was none of her business. 



THE END. 



