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mit on to the ridge, the deer were soon lost sight 
of, and I spent an hour going towards them before 
they reappeared. Keeping a little way down from 
the top of the ridge I was continually going 
through scrub-grown hollows, or climbing over the 
shoulders separating them, always going up a 
shoulder carefully so as not to disturb what might 
be beyond. Looking into an unusually wide gulch, 
I saw a buck and two does at the other side of it. 
The horns were just the color of the scrub oak, 
and the buck was standing perfectly still and look- 
ing towards me. It was a beautiful shot at a 
little over one hundred yards, so I fired. The buck 
fell, and was quite dead when I reached it. The 
head was a nice little nine pointer, but the deer 
was much smaller than the one of the day before. 
Dressing it, and climbing to the top of the range, 
I examined the country, looking for H., but not 
seeing him, I went for my horse and brought him 
to the game. 
After lunch I made an attempt to put the deer 
on the horse’s back, but it was an utter failure, 
so I was obliged to leave it. Taking a new route, 
back, another little flock of deer appeared with only 
one buck in it, but I had now shot my limit so did 
not interfere with them. I arrived at the ranch 
before dark, but there was no one there who could 
go for the two bucks that night. H. returned late, 
having killed another deer, and we agreed that we 
had had two pleasant days on the Colorado moun- 
tains. | 
We started out the following morning to pick 
