PRONGHORN OF THE TLAINS 177 



I went over to have a look at the children. 

 Though I knew just about where they were I 

 looked and circled for some time before my eyes 

 detected them. They were grayish brown with 

 the outlines of future colour scheme faintly 

 showing. Within two feet of each I stood and 

 watched them. A fly crawled over the eye and 

 ear of one kid and an ant over the nose of the 

 other, and yet neither made a move. 



For about two weeks, while the legs of the 

 young are developing liveliness, the mother 

 keeps aloof from her kind. She often has a try- 

 ing time with enemies. 



As soon as the coyotes were out of sight I 

 hastened to the highest near-by point hoping 

 with glasses to see the mother antelope. She 

 was just leaving the water-hole. Her move- 

 ments evidently were a part of a strategic plan 

 to deceive the watchful eyes and the cunning 

 noses of enemies, chiefly coyotes. She fed a 

 quarter of a mile south, then ran on for more 

 than a mile still farther. She then galloped 

 more than two miles northeast and later, with 

 many doublings which involved her trail, worked 

 back to the youngsters. 



In following and watching the movements 

 of the mother I stumbled over a lone antelope 

 kid about half a mile from the other two. I 

 returned later and found that it was entangled 



