Helen was delighted to see the familiar trees, although these were different from Missouri oaks.

Rugged and gnarled, but not tall, these trees spread wide branches, the leaves of which were yellowing.
Roy led into a grassy glade, and, leaping off his horse, rifle in hand, he prepared to shoot at something.

Again Bo cried out, but this time it was in delight.

Then Helen saw an immense flock of turkeys, apparently like the turkeys she knew at home, but these had bronze and checks of white, and they looked wild.

There must have been a hundred in the flock, most of them hens.