Some of them were very large, and I did not like them, for the gobblers ran at me, and made a dreadful noise in their throats.

What frisky gobblers they have shared in, to be sure!

Uncle Wiggily and the turkey gobbler; or, The battle of Cranberry Hill, and Uncle Wiggily and the sea urchin.

The gobbler of God.

Graveyard gobbler.

Graveyard gobbler.

The owner used to start it grinding, and then go about his other business; once on returning he found a large wild turkey-gobbler so busily breakfasting out of the hopper that he was able to creep quietly up and catch him with his hands.

I saw two gobblers wade into the brook not more than a hundred and fifty feet away.

The gobblers are big, shiny, and they have red on their heads.

For that matter all grown gobblers are as wise as old bucks, except in the spring mating season, when it is a crime to hunt them.

Wild turkey gobblers to me, who had hunted them enough to learn how sagacious and cunning and difficult to stalk they were, always seemed as provocative of excitement as larger game.

Must have been thirty-five or forty of them, all gobblers.

Edd wrote me about lion tracks in the snow, and lynx up cedar trees, and gobblers four feet high, and that there was sure to be a good crop of acorns, and therefore some bears.

I missed a big gobbler on the run.

How that gobbler ran!

I ran up the slope and secured him, a fine gobbler of about fifteen pounds weight.

At that moment a young gobbler ran swiftly down the slope and stopped to peer around, his long neck stretching.

It was not a very long shot, and I, scorning to do less than Copple, tried to emulate him, and aimed at the neck of the gobbler.

But saw three turkeys, one an old gobbler.

As I came out on top, I saw five big gobblers feeding.

I saw one old gobbler running wildly around as if lost, but I did not shoot at him because he seemed to be in line with the direction which R.C. and Copple had taken.

They had a turkey each, gobblers about two years old Copple said.

R.C. told an interesting story of how he had run in the direction the two turkeys had taken, and suddenly flushed thirty or forty more, some big old gobblers, but mostly young.

Wise old gobblers!

One ob dem looked like a turkey gobbler, his face war so red.