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badly wounded, so we ran down to get another 

 shot before he should disappear. Approach- 

 ing the spot where we last saw him, and look- 

 ing in that direction, there standing at not 

 more than fifty yards' distance we saw a large 

 buck staring at us in wonderment. The guide 

 said, " There he stands; shoot him." After 

 shooting and killing him, we discovered it was 

 not the wounded deer, but another which 

 evidently with his companions had not been 

 educated to fear the deadly modern rifle, indi- 

 cating that they had never been hunted before. 

 Returning upon the traces of the deer which 

 had been wounded, we found him also dead; 

 consequently we had plenty of fresh meat 

 for our larder. Although this was the only 

 big game killed on the trip, we did not lack 

 fresh meat throughout, the air being so dry 

 that by simply hanging the meat up it would 

 keep almost indefinitely, and what we did not 

 eat the guide packed to his home. 



We had been informed that in what was 

 known as the " hole," a deep canyon dividing 

 the States of Chihuahua and Sonora, game 

 was plentiful, — mountain lion, peccary, and 



