210 CAMP FIRE REMINISCENCES 
a bullet in his quarter, which brought him down. 
The first bullet had hit the ground, gone to pieces — 
shrapnel-like, and had inflicted wounds which would 
soon have proved fatal. This was a much better 
head than the first, being twelve and one-half inches 
and beautifully curved. I was very much elated 
at this success. Catching Dick, and loading him 
with the scalp, head, and quarters I led him to the 
road along which the wagon was how coming. All 
were greatly pleased at my success, especially 
Jackson, as he knew how disappointing the elk hunt 
had been. 
Depositing my load on the wagon, I circled off to 
the left again, and travelled several miles over sage- 
brush before seeing anything further; then dis- 
mounting, I sat down on the highest place possible 
and once more carefully looked over the plain with 
my glasses. ‘Two antelope were in sight, walking 
slowly across a little hill a good distance off, but in 
the Piney direction. I followed on foot, and creep- 
ing as I approached the top of the same hill, soon 
saw the antelopes a couple of hundred yards away 
feeding on the prairie. One had a rather black- 
looking head, partly due to his having very large 
black horns, and partly to darker hair markings. 
Covering this fellow, I fired, and they ran off to- 
gether as though untouched. I kept on firing, how- 
ever, at the same animal and presently he stopped 
and standing perfectly still allowed me to approach 
within fifty yards, when with a bullet I brought 
him down. The herd to which these probably be- - 
longed could now be seen scampering away from a 
