
Early next morning, at a point about a hundred miles south, all the baskets out of the special van will be seen on a railway platform or in a siding arranged in tiers four high. By every group a man will be standing leaning his body up against the side of a tier. In each basket there is a side-flap with a fastening, and these fastenings have all been removed. Time! The word is given, all the men step aside from the baskets; down fall the side-flaps and out pour the pigeons, streaming into the sky, tearing the air as they make their first direction-finding wheel.
Vale/North
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