sweep of miles before us, miles of grassy 

 tableland shimmering in the clear air 

 like cloth of gold in the sun, where 

 cattle grow fat and the wild things still 

 are at home. 



During lunch Nimrod tried to con- 

 vince me that he knew all the time that 

 the antelope I stalked on the mountain- 

 side was a stone. Of course wives 

 should believe their husbands. The 

 economy of State and Church would 

 collapse otherwise. However, the ap- 

 pearance of a large band of antelope, 

 a sight now very rare even in the Rock- 

 ies, caused the profitless discussion to 

 be engulfed in the pursuit of the real 

 thing. 



The antelope were two miles away, 

 mere specks of white. We could not 

 tell them from the twinkling plain until 

 they moved. We mounted immedi- 



