io8 Deer and Antelope of North America 



Deadwood stage line some eighteen years ago. 

 She was a great worker in buckskin, and I got 

 her to make me the buckskin shirt I still use. 

 There was an antelope fawn that lived at the 

 house, wandering wherever it wished ; but it 

 would not permit me to touch it. As I sat in- 

 side the house it would come in and hop up on 

 a chair, looking at me sharply all the while. No 

 matter how cautiously I approached, I could never 

 put my hand upon it, as at the last moment it 

 would spring off literally as quick as a bird would 

 fly. One of my neighbors on the Little Missouri, 

 Mr. Howard Eaton, had at one time upon his 

 ranch three little antelope whose foster mother 

 was a sheep, and who were really absurdly tame. 

 I was fond of patting them and of giving them 

 crusts, and the result was that they followed me 

 about so closely that I had to be always on the 

 lookout to see that I did not injure them. They 

 were on excellent terms with the dogs, and were 

 very playful. It was a comic sight to see them 

 skipping and hopping about the old ewe when 

 anything happened to alarm her and she started 

 off at a clumsy waddle. Nothing could surpass 

 the tameness of the antelope that are now under 

 Mr. Hornaday's care at the Bronx Zoological 

 Garden in New York. The last time that I 

 visited the garden some repairs were being made 

 inside the antelope enclosure, and a dozen work- 



