The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1851-11-12
THE PIGEON ROOsT.

I'VE copy the following description Of u
night scene at a pigeon Roost," from the
Democratic Review. 1t forms Chapter
v, Of story now being published in that
periodically
Every morning and evening, as the i'm,
mense focks Of wild pigeons would pass
over ON their way to and from the roost.
presenting novel and quite beautiful
feature in our autumn landscapes, Topclitf
would be necessarily bothering me about
them, and would not let me rest until Ihad
consented to make up a party for "Pi-
gson Roos," spree. | finally named u
day, and when the time arrived, he had
Munro as busy as hen with one chicken,
furnishing up all the firearms tha, could be
scraped together on tho premises. Mean.
time, he mounted Nubbin. and set out at a
bowling rack for the village, 10 get Wad
Aukey and Bol Blount, and to purchase
an extra stock oil ammunition for the oc-
casion.
Abou, ian hour by sum-" our party
were all assembled, consisting, besides
those mentioned, of Ike Montnery, COL
Over,on, Pack, and Topcliffs equerry.
and good supply Of sandwiches. porter
and segars; and we started off all tsut
and in high feather. We presented fan.
cy group: there was the Colonel, jolting
along on high-trottng. rawboned roam.
putting away vigorously at IA segar, with
prsposterous double barrelled ducking gun
of inordnate length, on his shoulder, his
head encased in an otterskin cap, with
snout like coal scutte, his chin buried
in red worsted comforter, and his lower
spars stuck into high, stiff ,boots-the
worst thing he could wear to pigeon
roost. wore a pair of buckskin mocca-
sins coming up to my knees, and a smock
frock of Kentucky jeans. as did the most
oi US, except Montmery. who had been
making visits that day. and came off in
hurry with pair Of black doeskin dress
pants, strapped down over patent leather
pumps; he had, however, donned blue
blanket. cloth palelot, and was spanking
off in fine style, on his high.mettled "four-
yesr.old," that he gave two hundred dol
lars for, and which was really splendid
animal.
Toppy. with Munro en- erpupe, was
ricochelting about on the pony; now in
she front, now in the rear, as that eccentric
animal took 4 whim. He accompanied
his manDuvres. some Of which were com.
ically ndescribable, with running volley
Of imprecations and apostrophes 10 the
hard -mouthed jade, and jerked at The bride
bit until his arms must have been in an
uneaviable plight; interspersing all with
sundry injunctions to the yellow page to
hold onto 1.-THE things,'' which things con.
sisted oftwoqpa anniers of the edibles and
drinkables aforesaid. .sR a9. I
Bol was bouncing along on broad.
backed bay, and with his nauy, drab
Macintosh, nice jockey-cap buckled un-
dor bis chin, his s''Westly Richards" in its
list cover, swung at his back, and ''five.
ceM.sr" in his teeth, looked as snug as a
sitting hen in hay stack. Boil always
was the most comfortable being ever
knew ''rad'&eys ny s1t- e81f2'a
Wad Aukley, however, was the most
unique specimen in the crowd. He was
switching ahead on duok-legged mule,
his owhlegs dangling nearly to the ground,
snd his elbows, and the broad brim Of a
worn.out Panama, tapping up and down
TO the jolting Of his steed, in singularly
graceful manner. Add to this description,
. brown jean roundabout, an absurd cor
duroy vest, and suspicious. .colored paip
OF pants, Of unknown material, a short
Mexican ssquipette. and a cigar, and you
have his tout easemble. a. the noyeists say.
r"Whst ere w waiting fort" asked Bol-ll