"Well, well," cried he, "we've got lots o' tea an' sugar, an' some flour; we can git on wi' that till we shoot another buffalo, or a--ha!" Dick observed a wild turkey stalking among the willows as he spoke.

It was fully a hundred yards off, and only its head was seen above the leaves.

This was a matter of little moment, however, for by aiming a little lower he knew that he must hit the body.

But Dick had driven the nail too often to aim at its body; he aimed at the bird's eye, and cut its head off.
"Fetch it, Crusoe." In three minutes it was at Dick's feet, and it is not too much to say that in five minutes more it was in the pot.
As this unexpected supply made up for the loss of the meat which Henri had forgotten at their last halting-place, their equanimity was restored; and while the meal was in preparation Dick shouldered his rifle and went into the bush to try for another turkey.

He did not get one, however, but he shot a couple of prairie-hens, which are excellent eating.