... limb," he said, "the big feller with the feathers all shinin' an' glistenin'? That's the gobbler, an' the littler ones with the gray feathers are the hens. I'm goin' to take the gobbler. He may be old, but he's so fat he's bound to be tender; an' s'pose, Paul, you take that hen next to him. ... — The Forest Runners - A Story of the Great War Trail in Early Kentucky • Joseph A. Altsheler Read full book for free!