CHAPTER III 



(URNING now to the antelope, we shall find 

 him in a different country. He likes a flat 

 landscape, open so that he may see his enemies 

 a long way and use his best defense — his speed. 

 He will, if need be, go through heavy timber if he can find 

 parks beyond. High, rolling country, half park and half 

 timber, will attract him, but his true home is the lower 

 levels. Neither the deer, the elk, nor the much vaunted big- 

 horn can compare with him in keenness of vision. His scent, 

 on the contrary, is not so fine, nor is his hearing. Many times 

 I have been balked, both in hunting and photographing, by his 

 marvelous vision, when any other game would have been easy. 

 Then, at times, especially where he has not been hunted much, 

 he is very foolish and simple. His inquisitiveness often costs 

 him his life. His meat, in the springtime, is very good ; the 

 rest of the year it varies from very bad to good, according to 

 the individual. He is harder to kill, according to his size and 

 strength, than any of the other game, and furnishes magnificent 

 sport as a running target. 



Antelope Springs is one of his headquarters. It is a bare 

 place, not a tree to be seen anywhere, only the ever present 

 sage-brush scattered here and there, — not thickly, for he does 



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