INTER-OCEAN HUNTING TALES 



In the meantime, the air was full of sounds 

 more terrible than the report of the rifle. Any 

 one who has heard a cowboy swear when he 

 is really in earnest can understand what I 

 mean. 



At last it occurred to him that the sights 

 might be out of order, and when he examined 

 them and discovered the trouble, he looked 

 at me, and seeing my complacent smile, the 

 whole truth dawned upon him. We both 

 laughed heartily at our mutual discomfiture 

 and pledged each other's health from the flask 

 to celebrate the occasion. 



I returned to the camp without a trophy to 

 commemorate my first success in killing deer, 

 although I had secured an abundant supply 

 of meat. 



The next day we covered considerable 

 ground on horseback, without success. I had, 

 however, an interesting experience in climbing 

 a mountain known as Old Sleepy Cap, some- 

 times, because of its peculiar formation at 

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