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the wall. Down into a ravine, and out of sight they 

 passed, and we were fearing the finale would be hid- 

 den, when they came into view on the opposite side 

 and pressed up the bank. The bounds of the hound 

 were magnificent, and we all gave a cry of admira- 

 tion, as with a splendid effort he launched himself 

 like a black ball upon the herd. In an instant after 

 we saw him hurled back and taking a very unvic- 

 tor-like roll down the hill. He quickly recovered, 

 however, and fastened on an antelope which seemed 

 lagging behind. His first selection, the leader of the 

 herd, had proved an unfortunate one, and he bore 

 a bruise for some time where the buck had struck 

 him with his horns. 



The second seizure turned out to be a doe, and 

 was quite dead when we reached it. The victor was 

 lying along side, looking very much as if one ante- 

 lope hunt a day was sufficient for even a greyhound. 

 We noticed that the hair was rubbed off from the 

 doe's sides by its struggles, and on passing our hands 

 over the neck found that its coarse coat parted from 

 the skin at a slight touch. This peculiarity in the 

 antelope is very marked. In a subsequent hunt I 

 once saw a wounded buck plunge forward, roll along 

 the ground for a few feet, and then run off with the 

 bare skin along his entire side showing just where 

 he had struck the earth. 



One of our party produced a knife, and the animal 

 was bled and the entrails taken out. We seemed 

 destined to have a mishap with every adventure, and 

 had already learned to expect such sequences, the 

 only question being whose turn should come next. 



