Shooting the Prong-buck 



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raced forward at mad speed. They went 

 much faster than I did, but I had the 

 shorter course, and when they crossed 

 me they were not fifty yards ahead by 

 which time I had come nearly a mile. 

 Muley stopped short, like the trained cow- 

 pony he was ; I leaped off, and held well 

 ahead of the rearmost and largest buck. 

 At the crack of the little rifle down he 

 went with his neck broken. In a minute 

 or two he was packed behind me on 

 Muley, and we bent our steps towards 

 camp. 



During the remainder of my trip we 

 were never out of fresh meat, for I shot 

 three other bucks one after a smart 

 chase on horseback, and the other two 

 after careful stalks. 



The game being both scarce and shy, 



I had to exercise much care, and after 



sighting a band I would sometimes hav 



to wait and crawl round for two or three 



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