Old Times in the Black Hills 
Leaving ‘“Coffee” in the valley, I decided 
to give up antelope and take my chances 
on deer and sheep on the mountain-side. 
When about winded from my exertions, I 
dropped upon a fallen pine, somewhat dis- 
gusted with my ill luck. Presently I heard 
the distinct bark of a deer very close to me. 
Peering cautiously from behind a huge gran- 
ite boulder that obstructed my view ahead, 
my heart beat faster in an incipient buck- 
fever, for not sixty yards from me, on a small 
plateau, stood a big buck, while at his feet 
lay a doe. His head was slightly turned to- 
ward me, his nostrils were quivering and dis- 
tended, and he looked as if prepared to 
bound away. He was evidently alarmed by 
the noise of the dogs I had left in the cajfion, 
which were now making their way up the 
steep sides of the mountain. He seemed ut- 
terly oblivious of my presence; and there was 
a.look of proud defiance in his eye that gave 
him a most noble, majestic appearance as he 
stood impatiently striking the hard ground 
with his fore foot. I had long been anxious 
to kill two deer with one shot, a feat I had 
twice seen accomplished by others, so I 
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