CHARLES L. YOUNGBLOOD. I47 



carriage I would try, and I thought perhaps 

 that we might have antelope for supper. Long 

 before we got to our camping place I saw a 

 drove of antelope and got quietly out of the 

 wagon, slipped up as close to them as I could, 

 for I did not want to miss after poking so 

 much fun at the markmanship of the others, 

 and when close enough to shoot I lay down 

 in the grass and waited for "a good chance." 

 In a moment I got two in range and fired 

 bringing both of them down at the first shot. 

 At this the men leaped out of the carriage and 

 came running up to me, more excited, if possi- 

 ble, than when they fired the fifty shots at the 

 four scared antelope. After allowing them to 

 thoroughly examine the first dead antelopes 

 they had ever seen, I -took the entrails out, 

 threw the carcasses in the wagon and the 

 procession moved on. The Enghshmen still 

 kept firing at antelopes, badgers, hawks and 

 everything they saw. This was kept up until 

 we reached Clear Creek, where we camped 

 for the night. Here we found ducks almost 

 in swarms, and my friends got among them 



