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canyon, came faint but unmistakable turkey notes, 
which started me on a run in that direction. A few 
minutes later I cautiously approached the place, where 
probably over a hundred and fifty turkeys, all females 
and young of the year, were noisily trying to settle 
themselves for the night. They occupied the tops of 
tall pines for about two hundred yards along one of 
the steep walls of the canyon. In many of the trees 
there were only two or three turkeys, but some of the 
larger ones, and especially those with many dead 
branches, contained from five to ten birds. Many of 
them sat as closely together as possible, and constantly 
craned their necks about, squawking, crowding each 
other, and struggling for places. They flew frequently 
from tree to tree, and sometimes a bird alighting clum- 
sily on a crowded branch would knock off one or two 
others, which would fly noisily to other places. At 
first the disorder seemed to be general, and most of 
the birds were crowding, or being crowded, and were 
uttering loud cries of quit, quit, quit, with many modu- 
lations, depending apparently upon the degree of ex- 
citement. They rapidly became quieter, however, until 
by the time it was dark they were settled for the night. 
When all was still I rose from the cover where I had 
been concealed, and carefully noting the locality, left 
the birds undisturbed, and picked my way across sev- 
eral small canyons into camp. The hunter came in 
soon afterward, and a comparison of notes showed that 
we had located the same roost, he having come up 
the canyon, while I went down, and each had decided 
