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away and still going like the wind, an extraordi- 

 narily lucky shot, no doubt, but none the less useful 

 on that account. The bullet broke the unfortunate 

 animal's thigh high up, and then passing through his 

 entrails came out behind his ribs on the other side. 

 On being struck, he turned right round, and came 

 rushing towards me, and having crossed a little gully 

 followed its course for a couple of hundred yards 

 before lying down. I then killed him with a bullet 

 through the lungs. He proved to be a remarkably 

 fine animal, in splendid condition, with a finely 

 coloured skin, and carried a very pretty pair of horns, 

 fourteen and a half inches in length. He must have 

 weighed, too, a good deal more than the first one I 

 shot. The sun had now been down some time, and the 

 light was fast going, so cutting off his head and as 

 much meat as I could pack on my horse, I started for 

 camp, which I did not reach till long after dark. 



We were now just within the mouth of the valley 

 through which runs the South Fork of the Stinking 

 Water River, on emerging from the Rocky Mountains; 

 and we travelled along the course of this stream for 

 two days before reaching the last settler's ranch, a 

 small log cabin inhabited by a hospitable Welsh family 

 of the name of Davies, at least Davies was a Welsh- 

 man, though his wife was an English woman. 



The North and South Forks of the Stinking Water 

 River meet just above Cedar Mountain and then run 

 in one rushing stream through a deep canyon which 



