156 AN AMERICAN HUNTER 



quarter round, and in a second the deerhound had seized 

 him by the flank and thrown him, and all the dogs piled 

 on top, never allowing him to rise. 



Later we again put up a buck not far off. At first 

 it went slowly, and the dogs hauled up on it; but when 

 they got pretty close, it seemed to see them, and letting 

 itself out, went clean away from them almost without 

 effort. 



Once or twice we came upon bands of antelope, and 

 the hounds would immediately take after them. I was 

 always rather sorry for this, however, because the fright- 

 ened animals, as is generally the case when beasts are 

 in a herd, seemed to impede one another, and the chase 

 usually ended by the dogs seizing a doe, for it was of 

 course impossible to direct them to any particular beast. 



It will be seen that with us coursing was a homely 

 sport. Nevertheless we had good fun, and I shall always 

 have enjoyable memories of the rapid gallops across the 

 prairie, on the trail of a flying prongbuck. 



Usually my pronghorn hunting has been done while 

 I have been off with a wagon on a trip intended prima- 

 rily for the chase, or else while travelling for some other 

 purpose. 



All life in the wilderness is so pleasant that the 

 temptation is to consider each particular variety, while 

 one is enjoying it, as better than any other. A canoe trip 

 through the great forests, a trip with a pack-train among 

 the mountains, a trip on snow-shoes through the silent, 

 mysterious fairyland of the woods in winter each has 

 its peculiar charm. To some men the sunny monotony 



