"Didn't we kill any?" asked Frank, as they saw nothing but turkey tracks. "Looks as if we all missed," remarked Fenn. "No, here's one, and it's a fine one too!" exclaimed Frank, as he ran to one side and picked up a plump hen from under a bush. "Who aimed at that one?" asked Bart, much disappointed at missing his gobbler. "Hard to say," said Ned. "I guess we can all claim a share in it. We each shot one-fourth of a turkey. Not so bad for a starter." "I'm out of it," Bart rejoined. "I aimed straight at the gobbler, and he got away. It's a third of a bird apiece for you fellows." "Anyhow it is the first turkey of the hunt," observed Ned. "Yes, and my gun is christened," added Bart. CHAPTER V THE BLIZZARD "Now for some more game!" cried Ned, as Frank tied the legs of the turkey and slung the bird across his back in true hunter fashion. "Guess we'll have to tramp a long distance before we get any more," remarked Fenn. "All the turkeys for a mile around heard the guns and they'll keep to deep cover." However the boys, ever hopeful, resumed their tramp. They found plenty of turkey tracks but no birds, and, after covering several miles, decided to make their way back to camp, as it was getting dark early on account of the storm. They got the right direction, by means of the compass, and were within about a mile of where they had set up the tent when Bart, who was ahead, suddenly halted. "What is it?" asked Fenn, as he saw his chum aiming his gun up through the low branches of a tree near which he had stopped. For answer Bart fired. There was a flutter of big wings, a protesting gobble or two, and a big turkey cock fell to the ground. "There, I knew I'd get him!" Bart cried as he ran forward and secured his prize. "I saw him roosting up in the branches, and I fired before he could get away. I knew I'd get him!" "You don't think this is the same one you fired at a while ago, do you?" asked Ned. "Well, it's one just as big and just as good," retorted Bart. "I'm satisfied if he is." He slung the gobbler, which was a large fat one, over his shoulder and went on, much pleased with himself and his new gun. "Guess we'll have roast turkey to-night all right," Frank remarked as they trudged along. "I guess not, if I have to cook it!" exclaimed Fenn. "It's too late to dress any birds to-night. Canned stuff and coffee for yours." "Well, to-morrow then," Frank insisted. "We've got to have a turkey dinner while we're in the woods." It was almost dark when they reached camp. They lighted some lanterns, and built a big fire, while Fenn, who had been elected cook, got supper ready. The other boys cleared out the tent for sleeping purposes. When the boys awoke in the morning it was to find the ground covered about a foot deep with snow. The flakes had ceased falling, but it was much colder, and there was a stiff wind. Gray clouds covered the sky, and altogether it was rather a cheerless prospect.