hunting that I was as much startled as 

 they. 



Away those two beautiful animals 

 bounded, their necks proudly arched 

 and their tiny feet hitting the only safe 

 places with unerring aim. They were 

 far out of range before I thought to 

 get my rifle in position, and my ran- 

 dom shot only sent them farther out on 

 the plain, like drifting leaves on autumn 

 wind. 



It was impossible to return the way 

 I had come; so I rolled and jumped 

 and generally tumbled to the grassy hill 

 below, and waited for Nimrod to go 

 back along the shaly stretch, and bring 

 down the horses the way they had gone 

 up. 



Then we took some lunch from the 

 saddle bags and sat down in the wav- 

 ing, yellow grass of the foot hill with a 



