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ing down and taking a careful shot at a standing 
antelope, and quite another, shooting at him run- 
ning as fast as he can. 
C. heard my shot and was now coming towards 
me, having on his horse an antelope with a much 
finer head than mine. By the time he reached the 
butte I had finished scalping, and with the head 
and hind quarters was making my way back as I 
had come. These buttes, which one sees in the 
west, especially in Colorado and Utah, are eleva- 
tions with flat tops and more or less precipitous 
weather-worn sides. 
We now went back to the road and a couple 
of hours later saw the wagon, which C. followed, 
but I marked some more game and tried another 
stalk. Failing in this, and again finding the road 
and fording Green River, I arrived at the post 
office of Burns, where I ordered refreshment for 
man and beast. Burns, which looks like a sub- 
stantial town on the map, has only one log cabin 
which has two rooms. One of them is the kitchen 
and dining-room, and there, I tried to dine off cold 
boiled salt elk, bread without butter, and coffee 
without milk. I was hungry, but not hungry 
enough to eat the salt elk; however, the bread and 
coffee were very acceptable. Lying around the 
house were lots of antelope horns, the largest of 
which I picked up and took with me. Unfortu- 
nately it was only a single horn, but it was a tremen- 
dous one and the pair would have been worth hay- 
ing. It was late before I overtook the wagon near 
New Fork, north of Cora. We went into camp 
