ately and went after those antelope by 

 pretending to go away from them. For 

 three hours, we drew nearer to the quietly 

 browsing animals. We hid behind low 

 hills, and crawled down a water-course, 

 and finally dismounted behind the very 

 mound of prairie on the other side of 

 which they were resting, a happy, 

 peaceful family. There were twenty 

 does, and proudly in their midst moved 

 the king of the harem, a powerful buck 

 with royal horns. 



The crowning point of my long day's 

 hunt was before me. That I should 

 have my chance to get one of the finest 

 bucks ever hunted was clear. What 

 should I do, should I hit or miss*? 

 Fail ! What a thought never ! 



Just then a drumming of hoofs 

 which rapidly faded away showed that 

 the wind had betrayed us, and the 



