Recollections of "Old Timers'* 121 



Much to my regret I have seen none of the beautiful 

 birds for about six years. The savage warfare upon 

 them, from nesting place to nesting place by pot-hunters 

 and villainous fellows who barreled them for market, 

 with nets and every brutal means for wholesale destruc- 

 tion, has driven them, I know not whither. If there are 

 considerable flocks of them anywhere, I should be glad 

 to know it. 



I wish I might help you. Such things as are here 

 hastily recalled and written will not be likely to afford 

 anything of interest, but if there is any thought or any- 

 thing in it, it is cheerfully given. 



On the great sand bluffs which line our shores in many 

 places, flocks of pigeons in passing would fly so low 

 that a man with a club could knock them down. At 

 Lincoln, three miles north of here, nets were put on the 

 top of the hills, like gill nets, to catch them in their 

 flight. 



They were never very successful. 



Showing the method of placing pigeon net 



