American Big-Game Hunting 
to prowl around. The senses are all on the 
strain as they are directed to the left rear. 
Just then a dark moving mass flits by be- 
tween the willows on the trail, and soon 
emerges in full view, but again to disappear 
in a slight depression passed by the trail. 
Heavens, what a monster he seems in the dim 
twilight! As soon as he disappears I move 
rapidly and noiselessly forward to within 
about fifty yards of the trail he has to pass, 
drop on the right knee, and am ready. He 
does not come to time, however, and has evi- 
dently stopped to listen; doubtless remem- 
bering the first evening’s experience, and be- 
ing in hearing of last evening’s racket. Has 
he taken the alarm and gone back? When 
on the point of going to the left, peering 
over, and taking a chance shot on the run, 
his back appears over the sage-brush and he 
is moving confidently forward, having satis- 
fied himself there is no danger. At the 
first favorable opportunity, as he passes 
through the sage-brush, I deliver fire into his 
side, a little too high, and he rolls over, but 
with such a bawl as to indicate he is danger- 
ous, did he know from what direction came 
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