X. 



UT hunting does not 

 make one wholly a 

 brute, crying, * Kill, 

 kill ! ' at every chance. 

 In fact I have no more 

 to confess in that line. 

 Another side to it is shown by an in- 

 cident that happened about a week later. 

 We were riding leisurely along, a mile 

 or so from the spot where my antelope 

 had yielded his life to my vanity, when 

 we saw, several miles away in the low 

 hills, two moving flecks of white which 

 might mean antelope. 



