The Plymouth weekly Democrat. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1860-1869, 1862-02-06
WRITTEN FOR THE PLYMOUTH WEEKLY DEMOCRAT.
THE PIGEON ROOST.
BY J. T. L.

| BY J. r. L.
EARLY in the fall Of 18-. three students
OF B Academy were sitting together
under the wide-spreading branches of ar
old Elm tree, when their conversation
turned upon the far-famed Pigeon Roost.
For every morning and evening, immense
ffocks of wild pigeons would pass over or
their way to and from the roost, present
ing novel and quite beautiful feature
in the autumn landscapes. when one d
them advanced the idea of making up q
party fora 'Pigeon Roost spree. They
finally named day, on which they would
set out on their Spree In the meantime
Fred Hawly was as busy az hen with
one chicken. furnishing up all the old FIRE.
arms that could be scraped together in
and about the village of B.. whilst
Harry Munroe and James Davis were pur.
chasing an extra stock Of ofammunition, and
soliciting three moro Of their comrades to
participate in their spree
When the time arrived. about AN hour
by SUM- the party were all assent bled, con-
sisting. besides those mentioned, of Phil
Wadley. Rob Bradman. Oren Ruter. and
Seth Hampdeu. and = good supply oil
sandwiches, porter and segars. We pre-
sentsd fancy group. as we started off all
ta@t and In high feathers there was Fred
Hawley Jolting along on a high .rotting.
raw-boned roam. putting away vigorously
at ssgar. with a preposterous double
barrelled ducking gun of inordinate length
on his shoulder. his head encased in an
otter-skin cap. with snout like q coal
scuttle, his chin buried in q red worsted
comforter. and his lower spars stuck into
high, stid top boots--the worst thing he
could wear to pigeon roost. l wore a
pair OF buckskin moccasins coming up to
my knees. and a smock frock of Ken.
lucky jeans. as did most of US except Har-
~ Munroe. who had been making visits
that day. and came off in a hurry with a
pair of black doeskin dress pants. strap
ped down over patent leather pumps he
had, however, donned a blue blanket cloth
paietot. and was spanking off in fine style.
on his high-mettled -four year DID, tha,
he gave two hundred dollars for, and which
was really splendid animal.
Seth llampden was ricochetting about
on his charger. now in the front, now in
the rear, as that eccentric animal took a
whim. lie accompanied his maneuvers,
some OF which We're com!cally iadescriba-
BILE. with running vollY of impreca,ons
and apostrophes to the hard mouthed jade.
and jerked at the bride bit until his arms
must have been IN an unenviable plight /:
vowing that he would hold Oh to the
things. which consisted Of two panniers
Of the edibles and drinkables aforesaid.
jim Davis was bouncing along on a broad
backed bay. and with his natty. drab
Macintosh, nice Jockey cap buckled un.
der his chin, his 'Wes,y Richards in its
list cover, swung at his back, and five
center in his teeth. looked as snug AS
sitting hen in hay stack. Jim always
was the most comfortable being | ever
knew.
Phil Wadley. however, was tho most
unique specimen in the crowd. He was
switching ahead on duck-legged mule.
his own legs dangling nearly to the ground,
and his elbows. and the broad brim Of n
worn-out Panama. tapping up and down
TO the joltihg Of his steed. in singularly
graceful manner. Add to this description
brown jeans roundabout. an absurd cor
duroy vest. and q suspicious colored pair
OF pants. OF uni Known material. a short
Mexican esquiPette. and cigar. and you
have his tout ensemble. as the noyelis,s
say.
What are we waiting for?' asked Oren
Ruter, as We halted under the high trees
which surrounded the Big Gate
we are only waiting for Rob. who has
gone back after some things which we're
forgotten replied Seth. giving his pony a
jork to keep him from biting his neigh
bOr's ears.
What in the devil 10 that cried Fred
Hawley, suddenly.
WHAT | asked. looking around.
Are you casting any insinuatiops on
my critter" inquired Phil. laying hold Of
mulo's ear. which he used generally in
lieu OF reins. as no ordinary bit produced
any impression on its mouth. DO you
allude TO my ass. sir?'
No that replied Fred. pointing to an
object issuing out from the shadow Of a
clump Of trees which seemed to me to be-
an enormous mushroom. moving briskly
toward US on four legs