ALONG FOUR-FOOTED TRAILS 



my sunbonnet, in hope of reviving the dying 

 animal by moistening her mouth. My effort 

 was in vain ; when I returned the antelope was 

 dead. 



The little fawns could not understand. One 

 of them licked her mother's face while the other 

 knelt on his knees and rooted about his mother's 

 side in search of his breakfast. After some time, 

 however, the little fawns receiving no response 

 from their lifeless mother lay down flat on the 

 grass beside her. Now that the antelope's suf- 

 fering was over, I remembered the mission up- 

 on which I was sent. I rounded up the cattle 

 that were now feeding on the meadow below 

 and started them homeward. Before leaving I 

 bent over the little fawns and promised myself 

 to come back for them and endeavor to raise 

 them as pets. 



Several hours later when I returned I was 

 greatly surprised as I looked from the hilltop 

 to find a strange doe acting as foster mother to 

 the motherless fawns. She stood perfectly still 

 but a short distance from their lifeless mother. 

 The two little ones with partly bended knees 

 were taking their morning meal apparently in 



