"Halse, I call that nasty!" he said.

"I wouldn't care to eat a turkey fattened that way.

I've a good notion to tell the old Squire about this." Halstead was angry.

"Oh, yes!" he exclaimed.

"After I raise the biggest turkey, I suppose you will go and tell everybody that it isn't fit to eat!" So Addison and I went about our business, but we used to peep down there once in a while, to see that poor bird standing, humped up, on his sheet of bark.