The gobblers were strutting about with their tails spread like fans, and their wings trailing along the grass.

Every now and then they uttered their loud "gobble--obble--obble," and by their attitude and actions it was evidently an affair of rivalry likely to end in a battle.

The female stalked over the grass, in a quiet but coquettish way--no doubt fully aware of the warm interest she was exciting in the breasts of the belligerent gobblers.

She was much smaller than either of these, and far less brilliant in plumage.

The males appeared very bright indeed-- almost equal to a pair of peacocks--and as their glossy backs glanced in the sun with metallic lustre, our hunters thought they had never before seen such beautiful birds.
Taken up with their own quarrel, they would no doubt have allowed the hunters to get within shooting distance of them.