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gave their owner cause for pride, and, besides, 

 he was selling the eggs for a quarter apiece for 

 hatching purposes. Twenty-five cents a meal 

 for the denizens of the wood which ate a dozen 



A sly old rascal was robbing the turkey's nest. 



or more times a day, seemed a rather high 

 price. He had smiled at Tommy Jones's dis- 

 pleasure when the cooper hawk was catching 

 his chickens, but now it was the Naturalist's 

 turn to question the habits of some of his 

 neighbors. It did not take long to find the cul- 

 prit, but to catch him was a different matter. 

 The turkeys' white feathers made them very 

 conspicuous, and they could be seen for a 



