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he comes down to the work, and can feel his sides swell 

 beneath the saddle as he reaches for the game, and asserts, 

 by his intense action, his determination to be in at the 

 death. 



There are many experiences of this nature that I might 

 enumerate, and I scarce know which would interest me 

 most in the telling, and you in reading; but as representa- 

 tive runs, I will narrate a few made in January, 1886. 

 Myself and a friend took four of my best hounds — Mike, 

 Jim, Terry, and- Jeff — and boarded the west-bound train 

 for the home of the Antelope. The first point at which we 

 stopped was Garden City, a flourishing town in Finney 

 County, Kansas. My friend Jones, who lives there, and who 

 is one of the famous Antelope-hunters of the West, met us 

 at the train, by previous appointment, and had everything 

 in readiness to take us out the next morning, bright and 

 early, to where he had located a herd of about twenty-tive. 



Morning came, and we packed our luggage and hounds 

 in wagons, and started. After driving some fourteen miles 

 north, Jones' eagle eye spied the herd feeding in the flats, 

 about a mile away. We drove our wagons into a low piece 

 of ground, to keep them out of sight of the game, then 

 saddled our horses, got the hounds out, and started to sur- 

 round the Anteloj)e as nearly as possible, keeping in the 

 lowest ground, and at the same time on tlie windward side 

 of them, for they are quick to catch the scent of any 

 ajDproaching danger. After going some distance, we man- 

 aged-to get within five or six hundred yards of them, and 

 they had not yet discovered us. But here was a rise in the 

 ground which we had to cross, and as this would bring us 

 in sight of the game, we decided that now w^as the time to 

 make a dash for them and send the hounds off. We 

 accordingly put whip and spurs to our horses, and away 

 we went. 



Just as we came in plain view of the Antelope and told 

 the hounds to go, a jack-rabbit Jumped up and started in 

 the opposite direction from the Antelope. Of course, 

 every hound saw it, and having been taught to run and kill 



