THE YELLOWSTONE PARK 13 



I have already alluded to the pronghorn. After 

 leaving the Park, we fitted out at Jackson's Hole 

 and hunted wapiti. Then, having no time to 

 go after mountain sheep, we went in pursuit of 

 antelope. 



Though, with the exception of the Rocky Moun- 

 tain goat, he bequeaths to his slayer the least im- 

 posing trophy of any of the big game of North 

 America, he is such a fine little animal, and so well 

 able to take the best possible care of himself, that 

 he deserves a foremost place in a list of beasts of 

 the chase, and holds a prominent position in the 

 affections of any sportsman who has hunted him. 

 This is an entirely different matter to the pursuit 

 of the wapiti, and in my opinion a vastly superior 

 form of sport. 



How I enjoyed those days with old Yarnall ! 

 Dear old chap! I can see him now in his overalls 

 and blue jumper; a 28*35 Winchester hitched under 

 his saddle flap ; a cartridge belt, from which was 

 suspended a huge butcher's knife, around his waist ; 

 his saddle hung with a miscellaneous collection of 

 odds and ends, including an axe, a haunch of meat, 

 and a lariat, looking in all like a reincarnation of 

 the White Knight as he rode through the wood 

 with Alice. He was always singing of some lady 

 too, and seemed to have stated hours for their coming. 

 Nancy was my favourite ; for, as he saddled the 

 horses after an early breakfast, he would enlarge 

 upon her charms ere we rode out across the plain 



