Hunting in the Cattle Country 



rie, sweeping in endless waves to the feet of 

 the great hills, grew purple as the evening 

 darkened, and the buttes loomed into vague, 

 mysterious beauty as their sharp outlines soft- 

 ened in the twilight. 



Even when we got out of reach of the 

 sheep men we never found antelope very 

 plentiful, and they were shy, and the coun- 

 try was flat, so that the stalking was extremely 

 difficult; yet I had pretty good sport. The 

 first animal I killed was a doe, shot for meat, 

 because I had twice failed to get bucks at 

 which I emptied my magazine at long range, 

 and we were all feeling hungry for venison. 

 After that I killed nothing but bucks. Of the 

 five antelope killed, one I got by a headlong 

 gallop to cut off his line of flight. As some- 

 times happens with this queer, erratic animal, 

 when the buck saw that I was trying to cut off 

 his flight he simply raced ahead just as hard as 

 he knew how, and, as my pony was not fast, he 

 got to the little pass for which he was headed 

 200 yards ahead of me. I then jumped off, 

 and his curiosity made him commit the fatal 

 mistake of halting for a moment to look round 

 at me. He was standing end on, and offered 

 a very small mark at 200 yards ; but I made a 



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