When the conversation about the haunts and habits of these birds began
to flag, some one called for a "pigeon story." Who could tell a pigeon
story? To our surprise the doctor volunteered one, and all gathered
around to listen.
"Yes, gentlemen," began the doctor, "I have a pigeon adventure, which
occurred to me some years ago. I was then living in Cincinnati,
following my respectable calling, when I had the good fortune to set a
broken leg for one Colonel P--, a wealthy planter, who lived upon the
bank of the river some sixty miles from the city. I made a handsome set
of if, and won the colonel's friendship for ever. Shortly after, I was
invited to his house, to be present at a great pigeon-hunt which was to
come off in the fall. The colonel's plantation stood among beech woods,
and he had therefore an annual visitation of the pigeons, and could tell
almost to a day when they would appear. The hunt he had arranged for
the gratification of his numerous friends.
"As you all know, gentlemen, sixty miles in our western travel is a mere
bagatelle; and tired of pills and prescriptions, I flung myself into a
boat, and in a few hours arrived at the colonel's stately home. A word
or two about this stately home and its proprietor.
"Colonel P-- was a splendid specimen of the backwoods' gentleman--you
will admit there _are_ gentlemen in the backwoods." (Here the doctor
glanced good-humouredly, first at our English friend Thompson, and then
at the Kentuckian, both of whom answered him with a laugh.) "His house
was the type of a backwoods mansion; a wooden structure, both walls and
roof. No matter. It has distributed as much hospitality in its time as
many a marble palace; that was one of its backwoods' characteristics.
It stood, and I hope still stands, upon the north bank of the Ohio--that
beautiful stream--`_La belle riviere_,' as the French colonists, and
before their time the Indians, used to call it. It was in the midst of
the woods, though around it were a thousand acres of `clearing,' where
you might distinguish fields of golden wheat, and groves of shining
maize plants waving aloft their yellow-flower tassels. You might note,
too, the broad green leaf of the Nicotian `weed,' or the bursting pod of
the snow-white cotton. In the garden you might observe the sweet
potato, the common one, the refreshing tomato, the huge water-melon,
cantelopes, and musk melons, with many other delicious vegetables. You
could see pods of red and green pepper growing upon trailing plants; and
beside them several species of peas and beans--all valuable for the
colonel's _cuisine_. There was an orchard, too, of several acres in
extent. It was filled with fruit-trees, the finest peaches in the
world, and the finest apples--the Newton pippins. Besides, there were
luscious pears and plums, and upon the espaliers, vines bearing bushels
of sweet grapes. If Colonel P-- lived in the woods, it cannot be said
that he was surrounded by a desert.
"There were several substantial log-houses near the main building or
mansion. They were the stable--and good horses there were in that
stable; the cow-house, for milk cattle; the barn, to hold the wheat and
maize-corn; the smoke-house, for curing bacon; a large building for the
dry tobacco; a cotton-gin, with its shed of clap-boards; bins for the
husk fodder, and several smaller structures. In one corner you saw a
low-walled erection that reminded you of a kennel, and the rich music
that from time to time issued from its apertures would convince you that
it _was_ a kennel. If you had peeped into it, you would have seen a
dozen of as fine stag-hounds as ever lifted a trail. The colonel was
somewhat partial to these pets, for he was a `mighty hunter.' You might
see a number of young colts in an adjoining lot; a pet deer, a
buffalo-calf, that had been brought from the far prairies, pea-fowl,
guinea-hens, turkeys, geese, ducks, and the usual proportion of common
fowls. Rail-fences zigzagged off in all directions towards the edge of
the woods. Huge trees, dead and divested of their leaves, stood up in
the cleared fields. Turkey buzzards and carrion, crows might be seen
perched upon their grey naked limbs; upon their summit you might observe
the great rough-legged falcon; and above all, cutting sharply against
the blue sky, the fork-tailed kite sailing gently about."
Here the doctor's auditory interrupted him with a murmur of applause.
The doctor was in fine spirits, and in a poetical mood. He continued.
"Such, gentlemen, was the sort of place I had come to visit; and I saw
at a glance that I could spend a few days there pleasantly enough--even
without the additional attractions of a pigeon-hunt.
"On my arrival I found the party assembled. It consisted of a score and
a half of ladies and gentlemen, nearly all young people. The pigeons
had not yet made their appearance, but were looked for every hour. The
woods had assumed the gorgeous tints of autumn, that loveliest of
seasons in the `far west.' Already the ripe nuts and berries were
scattered profusely over the earth offering their annual banquet to
God's wild creatures. The `mast' of the beech-tree, of which the wild
pigeon is so fond, was showering down among the dead leaves. It was the
very season at which the birds were accustomed to visit the beechen
woods that girdled the colonel's plantation. They would no doubt soon
appear. With this expectation everything was made ready; each of the
gentlemen was provided with a fowling-piece, or rifle if he preferred
it; and even some of the ladies insisted upon being armed.
"To render the sport more exciting, our host had established certain
regulations. They were as follows:--The gentlemen were divided into two
parties, of equal numbers. These were to go in opposite directions, the
ladies upon the first day of the hunt accompanying whichever they chose.
Upon all succeeding days, however, the case would be different. The
ladies were to accompany that party which upon the day previous had
bagged the greatest number of birds. The victorious gentlemen,
moreover, were endowed with other privileges, which lasted throughout
the evening; such as the choice of partners for the dinner-table and the
dance.
"I need not tell you, gentlemen, that in these conditions existed
powerful motives for exertion. The colonel's guests were the _elite_ of
western society. Most of the gentlemen were young men or bachelors; and
among the ladies there were _belles_; three or four of them rich and
beautiful. On my arrival I could perceive signs of incipient
flirtations. Attachments had already arisen; and by many it would have
been esteemed anything but pleasant to be separated in the manner
prescribed. A strong _esprit du corps_ was thus established; and, by
the time the pigeons arrived, both parties had determined to do their
utmost. In fact, I have never known so strong a feeling of rivalry to
exist between two parties of amateur sportsmen.
"The pigeons at length arrived. It was a bright sunny morning, and yet
the atmosphere was darkened, as the vast flock, a mile in breadth by
several in length, passed across the canopy. The sound of their wings
resembled a strong wind whistling among tree-tops, or through the
rigging of a ship. We saw that they hovered over the woods, and settled
among the tall beeches.
"The beginning of the hunt was announced, and we set forth, each party
taking the direction allotted to it. With each went a number of ladies,
and even some of these were armed with light fowling-pieces, determined
that the party of their choice should be the victorious one. After a
short ride, we found ourselves fairly `in the woods,' and in the
presence of the birds, and then the cracking commenced.
"In our party we had eight guns, exclusive of the small fowling-pieces
(two of those), with which a brace of our heroines were armed, and
which, truth compels me to confess, were less dangerous to the pigeons
than to ourselves. Some of our guns were double-barrelled shot-guns,
others were rifles. You will wonder at rifles being used in such a
sport, and yet it is a fact that the gentlemen who carried rifles
managed to do more execution than those who were armed with the other
species. This arose from the circumstance that they were contented to
aim at single birds, and, being good shots, they were almost sure to
bring these down. The woods were filled with straggling pigeons. Odd
birds were always within rifle range; and thus, instead of wasting their
time in endeavouring to approach the great flocks, our riflemen did
nothing but load and fire. In this way they soon counted their game by
dozens.
"Early in the evening, the pigeons, having filled their crops with the
mast, disappeared. They flew off to some distant `roost.' This of
course concluded our sport for the day. We got together and counted our
numbers. We had 640 birds. We returned home full of hope; we felt
certain that we had won for that day. Our antagonists had arrived
before us. They showed us 736 dead pigeons. We were beaten.
"I really cannot explain the chagrin which this defeat occasioned to
most of our party. They felt humiliated in the eyes of the ladies,
whose company they were to lose on the morrow. To some there was
extreme bitterness in the idea; for, as I have already stated,
attachments had sprung up, and jealous thoughts were naturally their
concomitants. It was quite tantalising, as we parted next morning, to
see the galaxy of lovely women ride off with our antagonists, while we
sought the woods in the opposite direction, dispirited and in silence.
"We went, however, determined to do our best, and win the ladies for the
morrow. A council was held, and each imparted his advice and
encouragement; and then we all set to work with shot-gun and rifle.
"On this day an incident occurred that aided our `count' materially. As
you know, gentlemen, the wild pigeons, while feeding, sometimes cover
the ground so thickly that they crowd upon each other. They all advance
in the same direction, those behind continually rising up and fluttering
to the front, so that the surface presents a series of undulations like
sea-waves. Frequently the birds alight upon each other's backs, for
want of room upon the ground, and a confused mass of winged creatures is
seen rolling through the woods. At such times, if the sportsman can
only `head' the flock, he is sure of a good shot. Almost every pellet
tells, and dozens may be brought down at a single discharge.
"In my progress through the woods, I had got separated from my
companions, when I observed an immense flock approaching me after the
manner described. I saw from their plumage that they were young birds,
and therefore not likely to be easily alarmed. I drew my horse (I was
mounted) behind a tree, and awaited their approach. This I did more
from curiosity than any other motive, as, unfortunately I carried a
rifle, and could only have killed one or two at the best. The crowd
came `swirling' forward, and when they were within some ten or fifteen
paces distant, I fired into their midst. To my surprise, the flock did
not take flight, but continued to advance as before, until they were
almost among the horse's feet. I could stand it no longer. I drove the
spurs deeply, and galloped into their midst, striking right and left as
they fluttered up round me. Of course they were soon off; but of those
that had been trodden upon by my horse, and others I had knocked down, I
counted no less than twenty-seven! Proud of my exploit, I gathered the
birds into my bag, and rode in search of my companions.
"Our party on this day numbered over 800 head killed; but, to our
surprise and chagrin, our antagonists had beaten us by more than a
hundred!
"The gentlemen of `ours' were wretched. The belles were monopolised by
our antagonists; we were scouted, and debarred every privilege.
"It was not to be endured; something must be done. What was to be done?
counselled we. If fair means will not answer, we must try the opposite.
It was evident that our antagonists were better shots than we.
"The colonel, too, was one of them, and he was sure to kill every time
he pulled trigger. The odds were against us; some plan must be devised;
some _ruse_ must be adopted, and the idea of one had been passing
through my mind during the whole of that day. It was this:--I had
noticed, what has been just remarked, that, although the pigeons will
not allow the sportsman to come within range of a fowling-piece, yet at
a distance of little over a hundred yards they neither fear man nor
beast. At that distance they sit unconcerned, thousands of them upon a
single tree. It struck me that a gun large enough to throw shot among
them would be certain of killing hundreds at each discharge; but where
was such a gun to be had? As I reflected thus, `mountain howitzers'
came into my mind. I remembered the small mountain howitzers I had seen
at Covington. One of these loaded with shot would be the very weapon.
I knew there was a battery of them at the Barracks. I knew that a
friend of mine commanded the battery. By steamer, should one pass, it
was but a few hours to Covington. I proposed sending for a `mountain
howitzer.'
"I need hardly say that my proposal was hailed with a universal welcome
on the part of my companions; and without dropping a hint to the other
party, it was at once resolved that the design should be carried into
execution. It was carried into execution. An `up-river' boat chanced
to pass in the nick of time. A messenger was forthwith, despatched to
Covington, and before twelve o'clock upon the following day another boat
on her down trip brought the howitzer, and we had it secretly landed and
conveyed to a place in the woods previously agreed upon. My friend,
Captain C--, had sent a `live corporal' along with it, and we had no
difficulty in its management.
"As I had anticipated, it answered our purpose as though it had been
made for it. Every shot brought down a shower of dead birds, and after
one discharge alone the number obtained was 123! At night our
`game-bag' counted over three thousand birds! We were sure of the
ladies for the morrow.
"Before returning home to our certain triumph, however, there were some
considerations. To-morrow we should have the ladies in our company;
some of the fair creatures would be as good as sure to `split' upon the
howitzer. What was to be done to prevent this?
"We eight had sworn to be staunch to each other. We had taken every
precaution; we had only used our `great gun' when far off, so that its
report might not reach the ears of our antagonists; but how about
to-morrow? Could we trust our fair companions with a secret? Decidedly
not. This was the unanimous conclusion. A new idea now came to our
aid. We saw that we might dispense with the howitzer, and still manage
to out-count our opponents. We would make a depository of birds in a
safe place. There was a squatter's house near by: that would do. So we
took the squatter into our council, and left some 1500 birds in his
charge, the remainder being deemed sufficient for that day. From the
1500 thus left, we might each day take a few hundred to make up our
game-bag just enough to out-number the other party. We did not send
home the corporal and his howitzer. We might require him again; so we
quartered him upon the squatter.
"On returning home, we found that our opponents had also made a `big
day's work of it;' but they were beaten by hundreds. The ladies were
ours!
"And we kept them until the end of the hunt, to the no little
mortification of the gentlemen in the `minority:' to their surprise, as
well; for most of them being crack-shots, and several of us not at all
so, they could not comprehend why they were every day beaten so
outrageously. We had hundreds to spare, and barrels of the birds were
cured for winter use.
"Another thing quite puzzled our opponents, as well as many good people
in the neighbourhood. That was the loud reports that had been heard in
the woods. Some argued they were thunder, while others declared they
must have proceeded from an earthquake. This last seemed the more
probable, as the events I am narrating occurred but a few years after
the great earthquake in the Mississippi Valley, and people's minds were
prepared for such a thing.
"I need not tell you how the knowing ones enjoyed the laugh for several
days, and it was not until the colonel's _reunion_ was about to break
up, that our secret was let out, to the no small chagrin of our
opponents, but to the infinite amusement of our host himself, who,
although one of the defeated party, often narrates to his friends the
story of the `Hunt with a Howitzer.'"