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afraid of something back of them, as their 

 heads were frequently turned that way. 

 Where they were located it was impossible 

 to stalk them, as the wind was bad. We came 

 down to the canyon from our elevation and 

 I fired a shot to see if it would bring them 

 down to where a safe shot could be had. The 

 reverberation of the rifle had hardly ceased 

 when they were up and moving downwards. 

 Their line of travel was a slanting one 

 that took them a mile or more up the 

 canyon. They soon passed entirely out of 

 sight. 



Following their general direction of travel, 

 we leisurely led the horses until perhaps a 

 mile had been covered. The horses were then 

 tethered and we slowly and carefully con- 

 tinued the stalk. For a long time their lo- 

 cation was a conundrum. It seemed as if 

 they had been spirited away, but where, was 

 the question. 



We had been picking our way along the 

 sides of the canyon; now we came to a piece 

 of bench-land well covered with willow 

 brush, and some spots where rich grass was 

 growing. A sudden twist in the wind came 

 and the whole herd, which had been lying 

 down, jumped up right before us. How they 



