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at him, I at once saw blood on his tracks, and on 

 creeping to the top of the rising ground behind which 

 he had disappeared, saw him standing about three 

 hundred yards away. One of the unwounded ante- 

 lopes was close to him, the other being some dis- 



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PRONG-HORN BUCK, SHOT IN THE BIGHORN BASIN, SEPTEMBER, 1897 



tance on ahead. Both of these were holding their 

 heads high, and were gazing steadily towards where 

 I lay, whilst their stricken comrade was walking 

 slowly forwards with drooping head. I could see 

 he was badly wounded, and so determined to finish 

 him before turning my attention to his friends. 

 These, however, bounded away through the sage 



