PRONGHORN OF THE PLAINS 177 
I went over to have a look at the children. 
Though I knew just about where they were I 
looked and circled for some time before my eyes 
detected them. They were grayish brown with 
the outlines of future colour scheme faintly 
showing. Within two feet of each I stood and 
watched them. A fly crawled over the eye and 
ear of one kid and an ant over the nose of the 
other, and yet neither made a move. 
For about two weeks, while the legs of the 
young are developing liveliness, the mother 
keeps aloof from her kind. She often has a try- 
ing time with enemies. 
As soon as the coyotes were out of sight I 
hastened to the highest near-by point hoping 
with glasses to see the mother antelope. She 
was just leaving the water-hole. Her move- 
ments evidently were a part of a strategic plan 
to deceive the watchful eyes and the cunning 
noses of enemies, chiefly coyotes. She fed a 
quarter of a mile south, then ran on for more 
than a mile still farther. She then galloped 
more than two miles northeast and later, with 
many doublings which involved her trail, worked 
back to the youngsters. 
In following and watching the movements 
of the mother I stumbled over a lone antelope 
kid about half a mile from the other two. I 
returr.cd later and found that :t was entangled 
