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After a while they came to a little door and, passing through it the squirrel leading the way, after him the pigeon, and Laurie bringing up the rear they found themselves in a long passage, smelling of earth and mould. "It surely must be underground," thought Laurie, "I wonder if the moles and mice have streets just as we do. Oh, dear! I do hope we don't meet that dreadful turkey-gobbler."
It seemed in the dream and yet not of it this awful, suppressed sobbing that disturbed his slumber, but was not quite strong enough to break it. But presently, instead of the muffled sob, there came a cumulative outburst, like that of a too hard-pressed turkey-gobbler forced to the wall. He thought it was the old black gobbler at first, and he even said, "Shoo," as he sprang from his bed.
"No, that is not what I mean altogether, it's only part of what I mean," he answered; "if the turkey-gobbler wasn't a fairy, it ought not to make any difference to him, my calling him rude or not, for he couldn't understand, but he looked at me in such a funny way, with his head on one side, that he must have known what I was saying."
Hawks now leaned across the table with a sinuous, beguiling motion, and, extending his long neck towards the prospector, with the air of a turkey-gobbler about to peck, he crooned, softly: "Ira, it’s a heap risky puttin’ your faith in maverick sharps that trail around the country, God-a’mightying it, renaming little, old rocks into precious stones, seein’ gold mines in every gopher-hole they come to.
He spread his wings and tail and neck feathers, after the fashion of a turkey-gobbler. It was a flap or shake of his wings that produced the drumming. I wondered if he intended, by his actions, to frighten me away from his mate's nest. So I went toward him, and got very close before he flew. I caught sight of his mate in the bushes, and, as I had supposed, she was on a nest.
Christmas! An' a boy! An' she doin' well! No wonder that ol' turkey-gobbler sets up on them rafters blinkin' at me so peaceful! He knows he's done passed a critical time o' life. You've done crossed another bridge safe-t, ol' gobbly, an' you can afford to blink an' to set out in the clair moonlight, 'stid o' roostin' back in the shadders, same ez you been doin'.
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