9.  On such occasions, when the woods are filled with these pigeons, they are killed in immense numbers, although no apparent diminution ensues.  About the middle of the day, after their repast is finished, they settle on the trees to enjoy rest and digest their food.  As the sun begins to sink beneath the horizon; they depart en masse for the roosting place, which not unfrequently is hundreds of miles distant, as has been ascertained by persons who have kept an account of their arrivals and departures.

10.  Let us now inspect their place of nightly rendezvous.  One of these curious roosting places, on the banks of the Green River, in Kentucky, I repeatedly visited.  It was, as is always the case, in a portion of the forest where the trees were of great magnitude, and where there was little underwood.  I rode through it upwards of forty miles, and, crossing it in different parts, found its average breadth to be rather more than three miles.  My first view of it was about a fortnight subsequent to the period when they had made choice of it, and I arrived there nearly two hours before sunset.

11.  Many trees, two feet in diameter, I observed, were broken off at no great distance from the ground; and the branches of many of the largest and tallest had given way, as if the forest had been swept by a tornado.  Everything proved to me that the number of birds resorting to this part of the forest must be immense beyond conception.

12.  As the period of their arrival approached, their foes anxiously prepared to receive them.  Some were furnished with iron pots containing sulphur, others with torches of pine knots, many with poles, and the rest with guns.  The sun was lost to our view, yet not a pigeon had arrived.  Everything was ready, and all eyes were gazing on the clear sky, which appeared in glimpses amidst the tall trees.  Suddenly there burst forth the general cry of, “Here they come!”

13.  The noise which they made, though yet distant, reminded me of a hard gale at sea passing through the rigging of a close-reefed vessel.  As the birds arrived and passed over me, I felt a current of air that surprised me.  Thousands were soon knocked down by the pole men.  The birds continued to pour in.  The fires were lighted, and a magnificent as well as wonderful and almost terrifying sight presented itself.

14.  The pigeons, arriving by thousands, alighted everywhere, one above another, until solid masses, as large as hogsheads, were formed on the branches all round.  Here and there the perches gave way under the weight with a crash, and falling to the ground destroyed hundreds of the birds beneath, forcing down the dense groups with which every stick was loaded.  It was a scene of uproar and confusion.  I found it quite useless to speak or even to shout to those persons who were nearest to me.  Even the reports of the guns were seldom heard, and I was made aware of the firing only by seeing the shooters reloading.