208 CRTJISINGS IX THE CASCADES 



noon I shot a buck through both fore legs, cutting 

 one off clean and paralyzing the other. Sam said 

 not to shoot him again and he would catch him, and 

 putting spurs to his horse was soon galloping along- 

 side of the quarry. He caught him by one horn and 

 held him until I came up. The little fellow pranced 

 wildly about, and bleated pitifully, but a stroke of 

 the hunting knife across his throat soon relieved his 

 suffering. 



AVe then got the head from the buck Sam had 

 killed the day before, and returned to camp about 

 11 o'clock a, m. 



In the afternoon we rode out together again, and 

 had not gone far when we saw live of the bright little 

 animals we were hunting, on a hill-side. They were 

 too far away for anything like a sure shot, but were 

 in such a position that we could get no nearer to 

 them. They stood looking at us, and Sam told me 

 to try them. I had little hope of making a hit, but 

 dismounting took a shot off hand, holding for the 

 shoulder of a good sized buck. When the gun 

 cracked there was a circus. I had missed my aim 

 so far as to cut both his hind legs off just below the 

 knee. The buck commenced bucking. First he 

 stood on his fore feet, got his hind legs up in the air 

 and shook the stumps. Then he tried to stand on 

 them and paw the air with his fore feet, but lost his 

 balance and fell over backward. He got up, jumped 

 first to one side, then to the other, then forward. 

 Meantime Sam rode toward him, and he tried to run. 

 In this his motions were more like those of a rock- 

 ing horse than of a living animal. The race was a 

 short one. Sam soon rode up to him, caught him 



