PRONG-HORNS 



sunlight like bright pieces of tin. On a knoll 

 a half mile distant appeared a man on horseback. 

 In a moment the antelope were joined by sev- 

 eral others who came from the direction in which 

 the man was riding. One of the new-comers 

 had left her companions and was headed toward 

 the elevation from which I was watching them. 

 The hunter did not notice her as she leaped 

 over the rolling prairie, leaving the slight hill 

 upon which her frightened companions stood 

 pawing the earth between herself and her enemy. 

 The remainder of the herd turned their heads 

 in the direction of the hunter and snorted. 

 Then they fairly flew over the prairie as they 

 ran off at top speed. One took the lead and 

 the others followed in single file. 



The hunter galloped across the divide, keep- 

 ing out of sight of the antelope as much as 

 possible. He knew the animals would be loath 

 to leave the straight course they had decided 

 upon in order to reach a more open and favored 

 stretch of the prairie. If he could intercept 

 them by taking a shorter route he was quite 

 certain of bagging at least one. 



The lone doe came on and on with great leaps ; 

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