More than once the wild turkey had come to their relief, and, in fact, this bird played a great part in the life of the frontier, wherever that frontier might be, as it shifted steadily westward.

As they walked back toward the hut they faced three figures, all three with leveled rifles.
"All right, boys," sang out Henry.

"It's nobody but Tom and myself, bringing in our breakfast." The three dropped their rifles.
"That's good," said Shif'less Sol.

"When them shots roused us out o' our beauty sleep we thought the whole Iroquois nation, horse, foot, artillery an' baggage wagons, wuz comin' down upon us.

So we reckoned we'd better go out an' lick 'em afore it wuz too late.
"But it's you, an' you've got turkeys, nothin' but turkeys.