American Big- Game Hunting 



topped it, a fine buck leaped up from a hol- 

 low a hundred yards off, and turned to look 

 at us for a moment. All the dogs were in- 

 stantly spinning toward him down the grassy 

 slope. He apparently saw those at the right, 

 and, turning, raced away from us in a diag- 

 onal line, so that the left-hand greyhound, 

 which ran cunningly and tried to cut him off, 

 was very soon almost alongside. He saw 

 her, however, she was a very fast bitch, 

 just in time, and, wheeling, altered his 

 course to the right. 4 As he reached the edge 

 of the prairie, this alteration nearly brought 

 him in contact with the crossbred, which 

 had obtained a rather poor start, on the ex- 

 treme right of the line. Around went the 

 buck again, evidently panic-struck and puz- 

 zled to the last degree, and started straight 

 off across the prairie, the dogs literally at his 

 heels, and we, urging our horses with whip 

 and spur, but a couple of hundred yards be- 

 hind. For half a mile the pace was tremen- 

 dous, when one of the greyhounds made a 

 spring at his ear, but, failing to make good 

 his hold, was thrown off. However, it halted 

 the buck for a moment, and made him turn 



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