Coursing the Prongbuck 
some of the latter were very good. I can re- 
call in particular one fawn-colored beast, a 
cross between a greyhound and a foxhound, 
which ran nearly as fast as the former, though 
it occasionally yelped in shrill tones. It could 
also trail well, and was thoroughly game; on 
one occasion it ran down and killed a coyote 
single-handed. 
On going out with these dogs, I rarely 
chose a day when I was actually in need of 
fresh meat. If this was the case, I usually 
went alone with the rifle; but if one or two 
other men were at the ranch, and we wanted 
a morning’s fun, we would often summon the 
dogs, mount our horses, and go trooping out 
to the antelope-ground. As there was a 
good deer-country between the ranch bot- 
tom and the plains where we found the 
prongbuck, it not infrequently happened that 
we had a chase after blacktail or whitetail on 
the way. Moreover, when we got out to the 
ground, before sighting antelope, it frequently 
happened that the dogs would jump a jack- 
rabbit or a fox, and away the whole set 
would go after it, streaking through the 
short grass, sometimes catching their prey 
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