TURKEY SHOOTING 445 
made at it, and I was more than half surprised when 
another big turkey came crashing down. To reach 
camp we had several deep, dark canyons to cross, with- 
out trails, and floundered about, finding the usual ob- 
stacles, which are unconsciously avoided in daytime, 
but are always encountered at night. We were in a 
cheerful frame of mind, however, and above noticing 
small bruises and other mishaps. 
“The next forenoon we spent taking pack horses to 
the roost by a circuitous route and bringing our game 
to camp. In the afternoon we started on our return 
to the railroad, and camped in the pifions. The snow- 
storm we had hoped for until it could no longer serve 
us came during the night, and the morning found 
everything white and cold outside our tent. We made 
a hurried breakfast, and after a long drive reached 
Winslow in the afternoon, 
“The result of the trip was a series of thirteen speci- 
mens, including adults of both sexes and the young of 
the year. When specimens reached Washington Mr. 
Nelson found they represented an undescribed sub- 
species, which he named Meleagris gallopavo merriami. 
Merriam’s turkey ranges in summer over the higher 
slopes of the Mogollon Mountains. In winter, and 
especially when the snow lies over the summits, the 
birds move down to the pifion belt, where food is abun- 
dant. I found them feeding largely on the nuts of 
the pifion (Pinus edulis). According to some of the 
old hunters, they also eat the berries of the cedar (Juni- 
perus utahensis), but none were found in the stomachs 
