. A glimpse of old Mexico; being the observations and reflections of a tenderfoot editor while on a journey in the land of Montezuma . ere they were, a flock of probably fiftyof them. We had come upon them by surprise, a rare thing in-deed, for the wild turkey is the wariest of game. I had heardabout the immense size and weight of these birds but never be-fore realized the truth of it till I saw them in a state of , the finest Christmas turkey in California would look likea squab alongside of one of these mighty gobblers. There wasone old patriarch in the group that seemed nearly as
. A glimpse of old Mexico; being the observations and reflections of a tenderfoot editor while on a journey in the land of Montezuma . ere they were, a flock of probably fiftyof them. We had come upon them by surprise, a rare thing in-deed, for the wild turkey is the wariest of game. I had heardabout the immense size and weight of these birds but never be-fore realized the truth of it till I saw them in a state of , the finest Christmas turkey in California would look likea squab alongside of one of these mighty gobblers. There wasone old patriarch in the group that seemed nearly as tall as the A GLIMPSE OF OLD jMEXTCO 87 Eiffel Tower and after seeing him I am quite ready to admit thatthe Mexican wild turkey often weighs fifty pounds. Well, if wesurprised them, they surprised us. Not a gun was ready andthough we slid off our mules and got them out of the scabbardswith nervous haste, by the time we had cleared the decks for ac-tion, the birds were zig-zagging through the timber with thatdeceptive trot of theirs. However, we made a run for it, endea-voring to come to close range and ever and anon blazing away. A MeMican Faisan. at an illusive turkey in the \ain hope that a case of nigger luckwould bring him down. Fortune nearly came my way. Mynephew started in pursuit of the aforementioned colossal gobbler 88 A GLIMPSE OF OLD MEXICO and turned it down a long ridge. It occurred to me that I couldmake a short cut and head it off and I proceeded to execute thismanoeuvre at the imminent risk of chest foundering, for runningin these altitudes is rather hard on the wind. My calculationswere all right in one way; for I intercepted the gobbler at closerange and had I carried a rifle his shrift would have been , I was armed with nothing better than a shotgun. Igave him both barrels as he turned but it seemed only to put moreginger into his heels. As I hung to a tree, in a vain effort to catchmy breath again, I watched him climb a ridge, reach the crest
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