"It does look well.

It blends with the wilderness, and so it has a beauty of its own." The three hunters were not to return that night, and Paul and Jim kept house.

Jim slept lightly, and just before the dawn he rolled over in his buffalo robe and pushed Paul's shoulder.
Paul awoke instantly, and sat up.
"What is it, Jim ?" he asked anxiously.

It was his natural thought that some danger threatened, and it was so dark in the cabin that he could not see Jim's face.
"Do you hear that hoo-hooing sound ?" asked Jim Hart.
Paul listened and heard faintly a low, mellow note.
"What is it, Jim ?" he asked.
"The call of the wild turkey." "What, Indians again ?" "No, it's the real bird, talkin'.

An old gobbler is tellin' his hens that day is comin'.