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its west side, where the desert comes in, and a num- 
ber of rocky islands dot its surface. Of the islands, 
the largest are Antelope and Stansbury. On the 
former exists a herd of bison and as the conditions 
prevailing upon the island are exactly similar to 
those which were enjoyed by the ancestors of the 
herd, they thrive, and are likely to remain objects 
of scientific interest for many a day. Sometimes 
the water between Antelope Island and the main 
land gets so low that one can ride or drive across. 
Occasionally at such times, a bull, which cannot 
accept old age gracefully, becomes dissatisfied with 
playing second fiddle and makes his way to the main 
land, creating consternation in the hearts of the 
ranchers he may visit, and inducing the signing of 
his own death warrant. Once a troublesome trav- 
elling bull of this description had been returned to 
the island, but he was not satisfied with the life, 
having tasted the sweets of twentieth century civ- 
ilisation, and so he became very troublesome and 
eventually gave me my first and probably last shot 
at an American buffalo. I may add that it took 
several shoulder shots as he dashed past a hundred 
yards away, to bring him down. 
The second large island, Stansbury, and another 
called Fremont, are of no interest, but the smaller 
ones attract the ornithologist, as upon them myr- 
iads of birds congregate at the nesting season. I 
was anxious to make a trip around the lake, so 
sought out the skipper and owner of the good boat 
Cambria. His name—Captain Davis—further 
