At about two o'clock in the morning Ellen came to our door to rouse Addison and me.
"There's a fearful racket up at the west barn," she said, in low tones.
"You had better see what's wrong." Addison and I threw on our clothes, went down quietly, so as not to disturb the old Squire, and were getting our lanterns ready, when he came from his room; for he, too, had heard the disturbance.

We then sallied forth and approached the end door of the barn.

Inside, the young cattle were bellowing and bawling.

Below, in the barn cellar, sheep were bleating, and a shoat was adding its raucous voice to the uproar.

Above it all, however, we could hear eight old turkeys and a peacock that were wintering in the west barn, "quitting" and "quuttering" aloft, where they roosted on the high beams.
The young cattle, seventeen head, were tied facing the barn floor.