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hollow beyond and in front of me. Bullets now 
began to sing around my ears and to kick up dust 
in every direction. For protection, I retired to the 
shelter of the high ground, until the shower was 
over, and then going up saw a wagon loaded with 
armed tourists going along the road nearly half 
a mile away. They were firing at the retreating 
herd of antelope, but they must have heard my 
shots and seen my horse. These sportsmen, I after- 
wards learned, were from a coal mining town on the 
railroad and they were shooting on the off chance of 
hitting something, knowing that the modern rifle 
carries a long way. 
My buck was one to be proud of; his horns meas- 
ured sixteen and one-fourth inches in length, five 
and three-quarters inches in circumference, and 
seven and three-quarters inches from tip to tip. 
Feeling now that the whole trip had been a success, 
I returned to the road and finding the wagon 
reached Piney in time for lunch. W. and my- 
self had decided to go out by stage, while Jackson 
was to follow with the wagon and a couple of days 
later forward our effects. We spent the night at 
the halfway house and arrived at Opal the follow- 
ing evening. Our train did not come until the small 
hours and C. turned up on horseback in time 
to catch it. After leaving us in the Fall River 
basin, Fayler had taken him to. the mountains where 
I had seen the wapiti the day before. He had at 
once killed a nice five-pointer, and a few hours after 
bagged a six-point, fifty-inch head. Leaving his 
impedimenta with Fayler, by quick riding he had 
