ately and went after those antelope — by 

 pretending to go away from them. For 

 three hours, we drew nearer to the quietly 

 browsing animals. We hid behind low 

 hills, and crawled down a water-course, 

 and finally dismounted behind the very 

 mound of prairie on the other side of 

 which they were resting, a happy, 

 peaceful family. There were twenty 

 does, and proudly in their midst moved 

 the king of the harem, a powerful buck 

 with royal horns. 



The crowning point of my long day's 

 hunt was before me. That I should 

 have my chance to get one of the finest 

 bucks ever hunted was clear. What 

 should I do, should I hit or miss? 

 Fail ! What a thought — never ! 



Just then a drumming of hoofs 

 which rapidly faded away showed that 

 the wind had betrayed us, and the 



