We had no turkeys at all there, and where we left you could kill one any gobbling time.

The pigeons roosted not four miles from us.

In the woods along the river even a woman could kill coons and squirrels, all we'd need--no need for us to eat rabbits like the Mormons.

Our chicken yard was fifty miles across.

The young ones'd be flying by roasting-ear time--and in fall the sloughs was black with ducks and geese.