Hunting in Many Lands 



a glimpse of it standing, but this time further 

 off than before; and again our shots went wild. 

 However, the antelope changed its racing 

 gallop to a canter while still in sight, going 

 slower and slower, and, what was rather curi- 

 ous, it did not seem much frightened. We 

 were naturally a good deal chagrined at our 

 shooting and wished to retrieve ourselves, if 

 possible ; so we ran back to the wagon, got our 

 horses and rode after the buck. He had con- 

 tinued his flight in a straight line, gradually 

 slackening his pace, and a mile's brisk gallop 

 enabled us to catch a glimpse of him, far 

 ahead and merely walking. The wind was 

 bad, and we decided to sweep off and try to 

 circle round ahead of him. Accordingly, we 

 dropped back, turned into a slight hollow to 

 the right, and galloped hard until we came to 

 the foot of a series of low buttes, when we 

 turned more to the left ; and, when we judged 

 that we were about across the antelope's line 

 of march, leaped from our horses, threw the 

 reins over their heads, and left them standing, 

 while we stole up the nearest rise ; and, when 

 close to the top, took off our caps and pushed 

 ourselves forward, flat on our faces, to peep 

 over. We had judged the distance well, for 



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