American Big-Game Hunting 



dian's skull with a neat round hole through 

 the crown. 



The Keogh stage road crossed the river 

 near by, and I found out that the place was 

 the scene of the last Indian deviltry in this 

 section. It was the old story. A man, 

 while looking for the stage-horses, was shot; 

 a second, hearing the report, went out to see 

 what it meant, and was in turn killed ; while 

 a third, with perhaps a little more experi- 

 ence, jumped on the only horse left at the 

 station and fled for his life, with half a dozen 

 Indians in full cry in pursuit. 



I walked on along the old trail taken by the 

 lucky fugitive, and up out of the river-valley 

 to a level plateau above. From the top could 

 be seen in the distance several big buttes, 

 and a dark pine-tree, which was to be my 

 objective point for the day's hunt. To the 

 right, as I stepped briskly forward, was a 

 large washout, cut deep into the clay soil, 

 broken and irregular, with sage-brush scat- 

 tered here and there along its sides and bot- 

 tom. At the head of the washout I spied 

 some yellow long-horned Texas cattle, and 

 gave them a wide berth. I had had some 



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