BREAST SPONGE SHREWDNESS 107 



some time ago when hunting in the State of 

 Mississippi. It was a clear, beautiful morning 

 in the month of March. Three old turkeys were 

 gobbling in different directions, along a creek 

 in a swamp, which was about half a mile wide, 

 with fields on each side. Having selected the 

 one I thought the oldest and biggest, I ap- 

 proached it as near as I dared; then, hiding my- 

 self in the brush, I began to call. In a short 

 time the other two birds quit gobbling and 

 came quickly to the call, while the one I had 

 chosen continued his gobbling, but in the same 

 place as when first heard. Suddenly I heard 

 "Put-put" directly behind me; turning my head, 

 I saw, within twenty paces of me, a fine gobbler. 

 "Put" — then he was gone. This caused the 

 one gobbling in front of me to become suspicious. 

 He refused to come an inch nearer, and, having 

 heard that alarm, "put," he began to make a 

 detour in order to gain a certain heavily 

 wooded ridge. To do this, without getting too 

 near the spot where he heard the warning cry of 

 his comrade, he had to go over a high rail fence, 

 going through a part of the field just plowed up, 



