The fires were lighted, and a magnificent,
as well as wonderful and almost terrifying sight presented itself.
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.
No one dared venture within the line of devastation. The hogs had been
penned up in due time, the picking up of the dead and wounded being
left for the next morning's employment. The pigeons were constantly
coming, and it was past midnight before I perceived a decrease in the
number of those that arrived. The uproar continued the whole night; and
as I was anxious to know to what distance the sound reached, I sent
off a man, accustomed to perambulate the forest, who, returning two
hours afterwards, informed me he had heard it distinctly when three
miles distant from the spot. Toward the approach of day, the noise in
some measure subsided, long before objects were distinguishable, the
pigeons began to move off in a direction quite different from that in
which they had arrived the evening before, and at sunrise all that were
able to fly had disappeared. The howlings of the wolves now reached our
ears, and the foxes, lynxes, cougars, bears, raccoons, opossums, and
pole-cats were seen sneaking off, whilst eagles and hawks of different
species, accompanied by a crowd of vultures, came to supplant them and
enjoy their share of the spoil.
It was then that the authors of all this devastation began their entry
amongst the dead, the dying and the mangled. The pigeons were picked up
and piled in heaps, until each had as many as he could possibly dispose
of, when the hogs were let loose to feed on the remainder.
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