CHARLES L. YOUNGBLOOD. 6 1 



little market for the meat. I soon fell in with 

 a man by the name of Fred Armstrong, who 

 said he w^as a "regular world beater" at killing 

 butfalo and deer. He urged me to go into the 

 mountains with him to kill black-tailed deer. 

 He told me he had just come from there, and 

 that the mountains were covered with them. 

 It was about two hundred miles, but I tinally 

 consented, and one morning, bright and early, 

 we started. Our road lay through a strip of 

 country w^here game was very scarce, and, as 

 we started with only a small supply which 

 we soon exhausted, we got very hungry. 

 Finally, one day Armstrong said he was going 

 to shoot a calf, since cattle were so plentiful 

 and game so scarce, and took up his gun to 

 shoot a yearhng that happened to be separated 

 from the herd. Just then three cow-boys rode 

 up. This made Armstrong look a little v^^ild. 

 He said, '"Lord, God; I'm glad I didn't shoot, 

 for they would have been on us before the 

 calf could get done kicking." But the cow- 

 boys never knew his intentions, and it was 

 well for him that they did not. As it \Vas 



