100 IK FLORIDA. 



" Well then suppose we go ashore and kill one," 

 remarked Seth with quiet complacency, as though 

 such a feat were the simplest everdaj occurrence of 

 life. 



That settled it. " Oh dear, I sihould so like a 

 piece of turkey" came from the cabin. " Yes, I am 

 so tired of flsh," was was the chorussed approval, 

 and although I felt assured that, strangers as we 

 were to the country, and without a guide accustom- 

 ed to the work, there would be no chance of success, 

 I had to give in and come to anchor. 



Mr. Green got out his rifle, and the doctor his 

 breech-loader, taking a dozen cartridges loaded with 

 buck-shot. Our head man Charley was to accom- 

 pany them, while I remained in charge of the yacht. 

 None of us knew by experience much of the habits of 

 turkeys, and as it was still early in the day it was 

 determined to start at once, and return again on the 

 following morning if it should be deemed advisible. 



" Now," said the doctor, "if we only had a tur- 

 key call, we would be sure to succeed." 



" Can you use the call?" I inquired. 



" Oh no," he answerd joromptly, " but I dare say 

 Mr. Green can." 



Seth said nothing when I looked at him for a re- 

 sponse, leaving me to imply what I pleased as to his 

 accomplishments. I had suddenly remembered 

 that I had one aboard among some old shooting 

 traps which had been thrown in together as a sort of 

 refuse addition. Being perfectly confident that 

 neither of the turkey hunters could use the " strange 



