102 Life of a Fossil Hunter 



deep, and running like a mill race. You'll be swept 

 away." 



" But I have not had my mail for a week. I must 

 come over," he shouted back. 



" Well," said I, " you big fool, why don't you go' 

 down to the railroad bridge, just below here, and 

 walk over ? " 



" By Chimmeny," he said, " I hadn't thought of 

 that!" 



As we were now in the antelope country, we were 

 rarely out of antelope meat. One morning we saw 

 a buck antelope standing close to the railroad track, 

 watching an incoming train. I remarked, as I 

 urged the driver to hurry up his horses, that per- 

 haps someone would shoot the animal from the 

 train. And sure enough, as the train passed, a win- 

 dow flew up, and a man with a revolver shot the 

 buck through the neck. It began to describe a circle, 

 its feet planted together, and springing from the 

 wagon, I cut its throat with a butcher knife, while 

 the boys held its horns. 



Another time, as we were traveling along over 

 the prairie, we suddenly came upon a young ante- 

 lope hidden securely in the center of a bunch of 

 grass. We should not have seen him at all from the 

 ground, but being above him on the wagon seat, 

 we looked right down on him. The boys jumped 

 out, and approaching the little chap carefully, were 



