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provisions, as he found it impossible to move. Three 

 days later we were enabled to return to our old 

 camping ground, and thence to the Union Pacific 

 Bailway, and so home. On the very last day of our 

 ising the pack-saddle outfit, I secured the three mule- 

 deer I had been wishing for so long. The first was 

 caught sight of standing within the edge of a distant 

 wood, just as I was drawing up to an antelope (for 

 we were in need of meat). One shot sufficed. An 

 hour later we were riding across some patches of 

 peculiarly high sage brush, on an open plain, when 

 suddenly there sprung up in front of us two stags and 

 two hinds, or bucks and does, as the Westerner styles 

 them. Springing off Pete, I dropped both stags, 

 which were running close together, with a couple of 

 lucky shots, having thus bagged altogether five black- 

 tail. 



