stirred himself. With a hop, skip and a jump
he landed on top of the rail fence that surrounded the field and settled
himself for the night.

He had scarcely closed his eyes when a faint "_Gobble, gobble, gobble_"
from across the cornfield drove all idea of sleep out of his head. He
started up, stretched his long neck as high as he could, and burst forth
with a deafening "_Gobble, gobble, gobble!_" Then he paused and
listened.

The answer soon reached him. It was nearer this time. And after Turkey
Proudfoot had repeated his interesting remark about a dozen times a huge
old turkey cock came running up and alighted, panting, upon the
fence-rail where Turkey Proudfoot was roosting.

"You're late," Turkey Proudfoot greeted him. "I'd begun to fear that you
had met with an accident. What kept you?"

"They shut me up in a pen," the newcomer told him. He was still somewhat
out of breath, partly because of rage at having been imprisoned, partly
because he had been hurrying. "They shut me up two days ago," he
explained.

"Ah!" Turkey Proudfoot exclaimed. "You ought to have left home three
days ago. Did you forget our yearly meeting?"

"No!" said the other. "But I must have miscounted the days."

"That's very dangerous at this time of year," Turkey Proudfoot replied.
"It's a wonder that you escaped from the pen. How did you manage to slip
out!"

"Somebody left the door ajar," said the strange turkey.

"Ah! I've always claimed that our family was lucky!" Turkey Proudfoot
cried. And he gave his companion a slap on the back with his wing.

Now, that was a jolly thing to do--and not at all like Turkey Proudfoot.
But he was glad to see the newcomer. They were brothers. They had been
separated when quite young; and they had lived on neighboring farms all
their lives.

For a time they talked together pleasantly enough. Of course Turkey
Proudfoot couldn't help boasting about the way he ruled the roost when
he was at home. But his brother Tom was just as great a boaster. And
after a time each began to think the other's stories somewhat tiresome.
So they began to yawn. And at last they fell asleep.

A crescent moon peeped down at them from a clear, cold sky that crackled
with stars. A chilling breeze swept down the valley. And sometime during
the night Turkey Proudfoot woke up and found himself a-shiver. He sidled
along the rail and huddled against his brother Tom.

Brother Tom stirred and stretched himself.

"This night's