On the Little Missouri 



It was on one of these ranges that we first 

 saw our game. As we were traveling along 

 the divide we spied eight antelope far ahead 

 of us. They saw us as soon as we saw them, 

 and the chance of getting to them seemed 

 small ; but it was worth an effort, for by 

 humoring them when they start to run, and 

 galloping toward them at an angle oblique to 

 their line of flight, there is always some little 

 chance of getting a shot. Sylvane was on a 

 light buckskin horse, and I left him on the ridge 

 crest to occupy their attention while I cantered 

 off to one side. The prong-horns became un- 

 easy as I galloped away, and ran off the ridge 

 crest in a line nearly parallel to mine. They 

 did not go very fast, and I held in Muley, who 

 was all on fire at the sight of the game. After 

 crossing two or three spurs, the antelope going 

 at half speed, they found I had come closer to 

 them, and turning, they ran up one of the val- 

 leys between two spurs. Now was my chance, 

 and wheeling at right angles to my former 

 course, I galloped Muley as hard as I knew 

 how up the valley nearest and parallel to where 

 the antelope had gone. The good old fellow 

 ran like a quarter-horse, and when we were 



almost at the main ridge crest I leaped off, and 



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