Pigeon Roost.Last week, in company with several of our friends, we paid a visit to a pigeon roost about ten miles west of this place. We reached the woods about sun-set, and after securing our horses, we seturselves in order to give them a warm reception as they came in from the feeding grounds. At first every thing was perfectly quiet, but in a few moments we-heard a roaring sound like the rushing of water in the distance, and in the next instance the whole heavens were black with birds. They came in perfect swarms from every direction, all settling down in the wood close by us. For about one hour this living tide continued to roll up and empty itself into the woods, literally filling it and bending and breaking the trees down with their weight. - As soon it was dark we went ou t among them} a rid; i w he re ye r; we supposed them to be ye we would discharge our guns, often kilting as many as fifty and sixty at one shot. After being out about one hour and a half we returned to the camp with between three and four hundred, and the strong probability is that we left as many more on the ground that we could not find. In a few hours we went out again. Altogether we suppose we had about eighi hundred pigeons, shot in less than four hours time.To one who has never seen any thing of the kind, it is worth a ride of thirty miles to see them coming in and going out. No one can have any idea of it until they see with their own eyes. The sightis a grand one. I his roaring sounds produced by their wings striking the air, can be beard three.miles off.