turkey-gobbler love


from The Century Dictionary and Cyclopedia

  • n. The turkey-cock. See gobbler.


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  • When Blaine likened Conkling to a strutting turkey-gobbler, the House slightly hissed.

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  • A Navajo blanket had nothing on that suit for a mixture of colors, and Koku strutted like a turkey-gobbler.

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  • He had contemptuously referred to Conkling's "haughty disdain, his grandiloquent swell, his majestic, supereminent, overpowering, turkey-gobbler strut."

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  • Meg was full of glee, and would gladly have chased the chickens, handled the young ducks, and teazed the turkey-gobbler till he was quite in a passion.

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  • His eyes were dancing, and there was a flush in his cheeks that did not even confine itself to that portion of his round face, for Big Bob was as red as a turkey-gobbler strutting up and down the barnyard to the admiration of his many wives.

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  • Her eyes were fixed upon a turkey-gobbler ruffling and bobbing around the back door of the Adams house.

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  • Across the dooryard came the old turkey-gobbler with fan tail and a rasping scrape of wing, evincing his delight in spring and mating time by a series of explosive snorts.

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  • Page 36 unlike the movements of a turkey-gobbler in the early spring chanted:

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  • That message was followed almost instantly by the high priest of Siva in person, angry as a turkey-gobbler and blasphemously vindictive.

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  • In the farmyard a gigantic turkey-gobbler marched majestically with arched neck and spreading wings, feeling himself very much the king of the castle; good-natured ducks puddled contentedly in a trough of dirty water; pigeons, white winged and graceful, circled and wheeled in the sunshine; querulous-voiced hens strutted and scratched, and gossiped openly of mysterious nests hidden away.

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