Roast turkey iz good, but turkey with kranberry sass iz better.
The turkey iz a sedate person, and seldum forgits herself by gitting
onto a frolik.
They are ov various colors, and lay from 12 to 18 eggs, and they
generally lay them whare noboddy iz looking for them but themselfs.
Turkeys travel about nine miles a day, during pleasant weather, in
search ov their daily bred, and are smart on a grasshopper, and red hot
on a kriket.
Wet weather iz bad on a turkey--a good smart shower will drown a yung
one, and make an old one look and akt az tho they had just been pulled
out ov a swill barrel with a pair of tongs.
The maskuline turkey or gobler, as they are familiary called, hav
seazons ov strutting which are immense.
I hav seen them blow themselfs up with sentiments of pride or anger, and
travel around a red flannel petticoat hung onto a clothes line just az
tho they waz mad at the petticoat for sumthing it had, did, or sed tew
them.
The hen turkey alwus haz a lonesum look tew me az tho she had been
abuzed bi sumboddy.
Turkeys kan endure az mutch kold weather az the vane on a church
steeple, i hav known them tew roost all night on the top limb ov an oak
tree, with the thermometer 20 degrees belo zero, and in the morning fly
down and wade through the sno in a barn-yard to cool oph.
P. S.--If you kant hav kranberry with roast turkey, apple sass will do.