THE WILD TURKEY 293 



Reshaw, a young halfbreed Sioux, who was one of our 

 camp helpers and guides, killed a twenty-one-pound 

 black and tan turkey in the scraggy pine hills along 

 White River, twenty miles north of our camp and forty- 

 five or fifty miles this side of the Black Hills. He killed 

 the bird flying, from out of a bunch of five which he 

 had jumped from a patch of ground cherries on one 

 of the bluffs. He knew what the birds were, as he and 

 his brother had killed several the previous winter 

 in the same vicinity. 



"Two days later Alfred, the late George W. Scrib- 

 ner, of San Francisco, and I went to White River, 

 where the Sioux had killed his gobbler, and although 

 we hunted assiduously for hours up and down on 

 both sides of the river, we found no turkey. We 

 did find plenty of sign, however, in almost every rose 

 thicket and among the dried ground cherries from 

 which Alfred had flushed his birds. We found fresh 

 tracks and fresh droppings, showing that the birds had 

 been there after the day the Sioux made his kill. 



"Along the White River in this particular region 

 are extensive fastnesses well adapted to the fancy of 

 wild turkeys, low scraggy acorn-bearing oaks, deep 

 arroyos, with numerous springs, thickets of plum, crab 

 and grape, rose fields, ground and choke cherry patches 

 and many vegetable growths on which the birds feed 

 in the fall and summer." 



The Reshaws (Richard) are a well-known family of 

 Sioux mixed bloods, descendants of one or more French 



