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CHAPTER XVIII. 



ALMOST STARVED EATING PRAIRIE DOGS 



A GREEN hunter's RELIC HUNTING AN- 

 TELOPE, ETC. 



I REMEMBER once I Started out on a hunt 

 to a range where I had been finding plenty of 

 game, but when I got there I found that the 

 lakes had dried up and the game had gone 

 elsewhere for water, and I drove three days 

 without killing anything, and I soon began to 

 get hungry and was compelled to go two days 

 entirely without food. At last I struck a 

 dog town, and by that time I was so hungry 

 that I struck it for something to eat. I had 

 never eaten a prairie dog and had not regarded 

 them as at all choice as an article of food, but 

 I turned my horses out and shot one of the 

 little varmints, fried him nicely and ate 

 him. He tasted so nicely that I tried 

 another, and another, and still another until 

 I had eaten six. Ordinarily a man could 



