The young gobblers were gobbling and the hen turkeys yeaping; and from down cellar came a faint, answering gobble.

We wondered how a turkey had got into that cellar, and on opening the door and peering down the stairs, we discovered Halstead's speckled gobbler standing on the curved sheet of hemlock bark.
While Addison and I were wondering about it, Halstead came out, and roughly told us to let his turkey alone! In reply to our questions he at last gave us some information about his project and boasted that within three weeks he would have a turkey four pounds heavier than any other in the flock; but he would not tell us how to make his kind of dough.
Addison scoffed at the scheme; but to show how well it was working, Halstead took us downstairs and had us "heft" the turkey.

It did seem to be getting heavy.

Halstead also got his dough dish and showed us how he fed his bird.

After the second roll of dough had been shoved down his throat, the poor gobbler opened his bill and gave a queer little gasp of repletion, like _Ca-r-r-r!_ None the less, Halstead made him swallow four rolls of dough! Addison was disgusted.