Hunting in Many Lands 



to sleep, I lay for many minutes gazing at the 

 extraordinary multitude of stars above, or 

 watching the rising of the red moon, which 

 was just at or past the full. 



We had plenty of fresh meat — prairie fowl 

 and young sage fowl for the first twenty-four 

 hours, and antelope venison afterward. We 

 camped by little pools, generally getting fair 

 water; and from the camps where there was 

 plenty of wood we took enough to build the 

 fires at those where there was none. The 

 nights were frosty, and the days cool and 

 pleasant, and from sunrise to sunset we were 

 off riding or walking among the low hills and 

 over the uplands, so that we slept well and ate 

 well, and felt the beat of hardy life in our veins. 



Much of the time we were on a high divide 

 between two creek systems, from which we 

 could see the great landmarks of all the 

 regions roundabout — Sentinel Butte, Square 

 Butte and Middle Butte, far to the north and 

 east of us. Nothing could be more lonely and 

 nothing more beautiful than the view at night- 

 fall across the prairies to these huge hill 

 masses, when the lengthening shadows had 

 at last merged into one and the faint glow of 

 the red sun filled the west. The rolling prai- 



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