Around the lake the scenery
was rather wild, and had it been closer to the railroad would
have been a great spot for sportsmen. Even as it was, many came
up there to hunt and to fish, and the boys were by no means certain
that they would have even a small portion of the locality to themselves.
"I am going to see if I can't get a shot at something on the way,"
said Snap, as they turned into the creek. "There used to be wild
turkeys up here, so Jed Sanborn told me."
"Is Sanborn out hunting?" asked the small youth of the crowd.
"Not just now, Giant. But he said he was coming to see us some
time," answered Snap.
Snap had his shotgun ready for use, and so had one of the other
young hunters. The rowboat glided along silently. The sun was
just preparing to go down beyond the hills to the westward.
"Wait!" called Snap, in a low tone, and stood up. Those at the
oars ceased rowing. The leader of the club took careful aim.
Crack! went the piece.
"Touch anything?" asked Whopper.
"I did. Go ahead, and I'll pick it up." They rowed on, and a
minute later Snap reached out of the boat and hauled in a fine
wild turkey that was still fluttering faintly.
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