Arnaux 
The Chronicle of a Homing Pigeon 
===) passed through the side 
A 
door of a big stable on 
West Nineteenth Street. 
The mild smell of the well- 
sweet odor of hay, as we 
mounted a ladder and entered the long gar- 
ret. The south end was walled off, and the 
familiar ‘Coo-00, cooooo0-00, ruk-at-a-coo,” 
| varied with the “whirr, whirr, whirr” of 
| wings, informed us that we were at the pigeon- 
loft. 
This was the home of a famous lot of. birds, 
and to-day there was to be a race among fifty 
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