About this time pigeons were being trained, and in a few cases, now and then, really did carry messages for lottery ticket venders in Jersey City, to Philadelphia, Wilmington, and Baltimore; but these exploits rarely paid first cost, and did not amount to much, although some noise was made about the wonderful performance of certain Carrier Pigeons. But the _paper_ was to have a new impulse--astonish all creation and the rest of mankind, by Pigeon Express. The publisher's partner was in New York, fishing for novelties, and he determined to astonish him, on his return home, by the _bird business!_ A coop was fixed on the top of the "bildin'," as the great inventor of the express had suggested. The wagon was bought, and, with two hundred dollars in for funds, passed over to the pigeon express man, who, in the course of a few days, takes the birds into his wagon, to take them out some few miles, throw them up, and the publisher and a confidential friend were to be on top of the "bildin'," looking out for them. They kept looking!--they saw something werry like a whale, but a good deal like a first-rate bad "_Sell!_" The lapse of a few days was quite sufficient to convince the publisher that he had been taken in and done for--regularly _picked up_ and done for,--upon the most approved and scientific principles. Rather than let the cat out of the bag, he made up his mind to pocket the _shave_ and keep shady, not even "letting on to his partner," who in the course of the following week returned from Gotham, evidently feeling as fine as silk, about something or other. "Well, what's new in New York--got hold of any thing rich?" was the first interrogatory. "Hi-i-i-sh! close the door!" was the reply, indicating something very important on the _tapis_. "So; my dear fellow, I've got a concern, now, that will put the sixpennies to sleep as sound as rocks!" "No. What have you started in Gotham?" "Exactly. If you don't own up the corn, that the idea is grand--immense--I'll knock under." "Good! I'm glad--particularly glad you've found something new and startling," responded the other. "Well, what is it?" "Great!--wonderful!--_Carrier Pigeons!_" "What! Pigeons?" "_Pigeons!_" "You don't pretend to say that--" "Yes, sir, all arranged--luckiest fellows alive, we are--" "Well, but--" "Oh, don't be uneasy--I fixed it." "Well, I'm hanged if this isn't rich!" muttered his partner, sticking his digits into his trowserloons--biting his lips and stamping around. "Rich! _elegant!_ In two weeks we'll be flying our birds and--" "Flying! Why, do you--" "Ha! ha! I knew I'd astonish you; Tom insisted on my keeping perfectly _mum_, until things were in regular working order; he then set the boys to work--we have large cages on top of the building--" "Come up on top of this building," said the partner, solemnly. "There, do you see that bundle of laths and stuff?" "Why--why, you don't pretend to say that--"