Coursing the Prongbuck 
tired, it would often lead them a hard chase, 
and the dogs would be utterly exhausted after 
it had been killed; so that we would have 
to let them lie where they were for a long 
time before trying to lead them down to 
some stream-bed. If possible, we carried 
water for them in canteens. 
There were red-letter days, however, in 
which our dogs fairly ran down and killed 
antelope,—days when the weather was cool, 
and when it happened that we got our dogs 
out to the ground without their being tired 
by previous runs, and found our quarry soon, 
and in favorable places for slipping the 
hounds. I remember one such chase in par- 
ticular. We had at the time a mixed pack, 
in which there was only one dog of my own, 
the others being contributed from various 
sources. It included two greyhounds, a 
rough-coated deerhound, a foxhound, and 
the fawn-colored crossbred mentioned above. 
We rode out in the early morning, the 
dogs trotting behind us; and, coming to a 
low tract of rolling hills, just at the edge of 
the great prairie, we separated and rode over 
the crest of the nearest ridge. Just as we 
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