108 THE WILD TURKEY AND ITS HUNTING 



while the plowman was there at work in his 

 shirt sleeves, not over one hundred yards away 

 and in full view of the gobbler. The man was 

 moving all the time and frequently holloaing to 

 his mules, "Whoa," "Gee," or "Haw," in such a 

 loud voice that one could hear him a long dis- 

 tance. The turkey would gobble every time 

 the plowman would holloa. He appeared to be 

 perfectly fearless of the plowman, but was em- 

 ploying all his sagacity to avoid the spot where I 

 was. I could not understand this at first, but 

 discovered the reason a little later. The bird 

 had reached the field and was flanking me, but I 

 could not see it on account of the undergrowth. 

 I rose, and by making a detour of about two 

 hundred yards around the angle of the field, 

 keeping well in the woods, I finally discovered 

 the gobbler striding sedately across the field 

 between me and the plowman, who was busily 

 engaged in attending to his furrows, still loudly 

 holloaing from time to time. The gobbler at 

 intervals stopped, strutted, gobbled, and then 

 proceeded on its way. Seeing that I could get 

 no nearer to him, I waited until he was about 



