The western sentinel. [volume] (Winston-Salem, N.C.) 1887-1926, 1888-09-06
THE TALE OF A TURKEY,


AS Told to an Oregon Paper by Former
Citizen of Forsyth.
Uncle" Adam Rothrock, as he is famil-
iarly called by large circle of friends and
acquaintance out in,his adopted home
near Weston, Org is we'll known by the
old citizens of Forsyth and adjoining coun-
lies, as he is an old North Carolinian who
went from here to Oregon just before the war.
Heswas in Winston about two years ago on
visit to relatives and old friends.
In a recent issue of the Weston Leader,
which "Uncle" Adam sends regularly to his
niece in this city, Mrs. J. C. Miller, we
learn that he has harvested his large crop
of wheat, which averaged him SO bushels
per acre, and had performed mans work
| during the harvest.
In another column of the same issue OF
! the Leader we find the following 'Tale of a
Turkey" which we reproduce, believing ii
will prove as interesting to our readers as
it did to us
.sUncle Adam Rothrock relates the fol-
| lowing, which does not need to be vouched
| for just because he related it: Last fall
| during turkey time," as he called it, his
| estimable lady disposed of the whole of her
| flock excepting two hens and very fine
gobbler, these they removed to their farm
| for breeding purposes, but were so unfortu-
nate as to lose the two hen turkeys through
| the Vaccinations of q sneaking coyote.
Mr.. Gobbler did not appear to take his
bereavement particularly to heart, but
strutted and gobbled about as usual among
his cousins, the brahmas and legnorns.
These fowls, however, spurning his over
lures ofprotection, he took up his quarters
| with the fattening hogs and addressed him.
| self to the pleasant task of fitting himself for
an honorary station upon the Christmas Ia
| bic. He waxed fat, and was to all appear
| ances happy and contented for season, but
| there suddenly appeared to be a great
| change come over the spirit of his dream
| he ceased to strut, and every attempt to
| brighten gobble out of him proved futile.
He looked sad and sick. His temper be.
| came irritable and he was often heard to
cluck like female. Suddedly the old fellow
| disappeared, and one more untimely taking
| off was charged up to his sneakship, the
coyote. Days elapsed; in memory alone
| he lived; a spectre dim, whose tones, like
the wizard voice of time, lived only in rec
election, when he appeared upon the scene
of action-that is to say, within the pre-.
cincts of his old and favorite feeding place
the hog pen. The rejoicing at his return
| had hardly died away on the dust-laden
breeze, than they looked again and he was
not--again he had vanished like the baseless
fabric of vision. and left not track be-
| hind. But why keep our readers in this
| awful suspense? After another lengthy Pc
Rod consisting OF several days, he agair
| raised, phoenix like, from the pig sty, this
| time to be traced with the sleuth- hound-like
| gaze of Uncle Adam to his lair. The old
fellow had, with the maternal instinct of 4
| hen turkey, crept, as they only can creep
a nest of hens eggs, and was industriously
| Matching them out. We shall watch with
| interest the denouement of this curious
| freak of the gobbler's, which, we have nc
doubt, will end in his raising the brood in
| manner that will do credit to the gentle
| sex of his kind"