[The Last of the Foresters by John Esten Cooke]@TWC D-Link bookThe Last of the Foresters CHAPTER IX 3/5
He laid down, and without moving, followed his master with his eyes, and listened. Verty crept noiselessly, without treading on a leaf or a twig, to a neighboring thicket, from which the horse and dog were not visible. He then lay down in the bushy top of a fallen pine, and without the assistance of any "call," such as hunters generally make use of, uttered the low, cautious cry of the wild turkey.
This he repeated a number of times, and then remained still. For ten or fifteen minutes no noise disturbed the stillness of the forest; all was quiet.
Then a slight agitation of the leaves was visible at the distance of fifty or sixty yards, and a magnificent gobbler made his appearance, moving his bright head, and darting upon every side glances of curiosity and circumspection. He was looking for the female who had called him. Verty cocked his rifle, and uttered the low croak again. This seemed to remove any fears which the turkey had--he replied to it, and advanced toward Verty's impromptu "blind." A streak of sunlight through the boughs fell on his burnished neck and brilliant head, and he paused again. Verty ran his eye along the barrel--covered the turkey bashaw's head, and fired.
The ball passed through the fowl's throat, and he fell back with violent flutterings--no longer anything but the memory of a living turkey. "Very well," said Verty, smoothing the head of his pigeon, which had been greatly startled by the explosion, "I can shoot better than that--I ought to have hit your eye, Monsieur." And going to the spot he took up the turkey, and then returned to Cloud, who, with Longears at his feet, remained perfectly quiet, Verty tied the turkey to his saddle-bow, and went on laughing.
He made his entry into Winchester in this extremely lawyer-like guise; that is to say, in moccasins and leggins, with a rifle in one hand, a pigeon on the wrist of the other, and a turkey dangling at his horse's side. Cloud, in order to complete the picture, was shaggier than ever, and Verty himself had never possessed so many tangled curls.
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