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extra bronco I had bought, filled my pouch 
with a good supply of jerked bear-meat, and 
calling two of the dogs,—Kentuck, a grey- 
hound, and Maida, a deerhound,—I struck 
out just as the sun was peeping over the hills. 
I decided to go to the foot-hills in the direc- 
tion of Buffalo Gap, in the hope of finding ante- 
lope in some of the valleys. Noon found me 
near Point of Rocks and still tramping, “Cof- 
fee” trailing leisurely along, at times drop- 
ping entirely out of sight while looking for 
unburned grass, then whinnying and scam- 
pering after me full tilt, like a boy just out 
from school. I had seen several deer and a 
couple of sheep, but none within range. 
Here I came upon some cottontail rabbits, 
the first and only ones I ever saw in that part 
of the country. They were not frightened 
by my presence, evidently never having been 
disturbed by man. I tried a shot at one very 
near me, and as I was using 107 grains of 
powder, entirely overshot him. Although 
the smoke of the gun reached him, he did not 
budge an inch; a second shot literally scat- 
tered him to the winds. The dogs, returning 
at this point, quickly despatched several. 
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