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kind as any I have had. There were two guns at work 

 my own and Joe's and the bag was thirteen fine fat wild 

 turkeys within twenty-five minutes after firing our first 

 shot. The flock numbered thirty, more or less, the birds 

 that escaped, flying away by ones and twos, as they were 

 started off by the fall through the branches of those killed 

 above them ; for, strange to say, neither the crack of a 

 rifle nor the blaze from the powder seems to frighten, but 

 rather to stupefy, or make the wild turkey fear to move. 



It was on returning from the night's sport just men- 

 tioned that I beheld the interesting sight I will now 

 describe. We arrived at the crest of a hill overlooking a 

 wide vale while it was yet illuminated by the full semi- 

 tropical moon, by whose light we had been shooting, and, 

 casting a glance over it, observed a pack of gray-wolves 

 surrounding a herd of feeding antelopes. We paused to 

 watch their proceedings. About fifty wolves were spread 

 out in a great semicircle, crawling and sneaking along, 

 their gray coats hardly visible in the silvery light. As the 

 horns of the semicircle commenced to close round the 

 herd of antelopes, some among them got the wind of the 

 wolves, and giving the alarm, the whole herd immediately 

 closed up and stood looking about them, hesitating which 

 way to fly. Simultaneously the wolves rushed in, and the 

 antelopes scattered in all directions, the bulk of them break- 

 ing through the line of their assailants, but some half-dozen 

 being pulled down, torn to pieces, and devoured instantly. 

 Then the wolves packed, and started in a long swinging 

 gallop on the tracks of the flying herd, giving tongue as 

 they ran, like a pack of hounds. 



