4. 



A RECORD HEAD? 

 Circumference of horn, i8i inches ; length of horn, 52?} inches. 



hit a buck Indian at 10 yards. All I could 

 do was to lie there, like a tenderfoot, all out 

 of breath, with just my eyebrows showing 

 above the rocks. 



" I lay there what seemed to me 3 days, 

 watching that old duck, with my heart 

 thumping like a woman's. I wish you 

 could have seen the old cuss. The ex- 

 pressions on his face were a curiosity. 

 Sometimes he looked as if he were afraid. 

 Then again he looked mad, and seemed to 

 be frowning about something. Then he 

 would get impatient. He wanted me to 

 come on, I guess. Again he would take a 

 good, long, steady gaze, as if saying, ' what 

 in the is the matter with that tender- 

 foot? Has he gone to sleep? Or is that 

 really he? He has not moved for 2 hours. 

 He must be dead.' 



" I was worse scared than a squaw. T was 

 afraid to shoot, now that I had a chance, 

 for fear I should miss him, and for the first 

 time in my life I wished for one of those 

 guns that has a reaction business, full of 

 cartridges. I would not have cared if the 



thing did blow up, so I killed my 



sheep. 



" Well, I finally got my second wind. 

 The old Turk was getting uneasy, as though 

 he had about made up his mind it was not 



I over there. I slid the old crowbar 

 quietly, inch by inch, up over the rock, and 

 put the stock in the middle of my breast. 

 I was lying fiat on my belly, and could not 

 move my shoulder or raise above 2 rocks 

 I was wedged into. It was an awkward po- 

 sition to shoot in, but I dare not move. I 

 got the sights lined up on his right 

 shoulder, and before I pulled I looked sev- 

 eral times to be sure I was right. Then I 

 let her go. 



" When that old crowbar went off she 

 almost made a consumptive out of me, by 

 crushing in my chest. I was so wedged in 

 that for a minute or 2 I could not get up, 

 nor see anything: but when I finally pulled 

 myself out. old Ellick was there all right. 

 He was kind of pushing around, but was 

 hit in the right place, and did not need any 

 more. 



" I went up to him and said, ' Well, old 

 pard; you took me for a tenderfoot did 

 you? And you got left. I put up a cold 

 deck on you I know, and played you a 

 crooked game, but I can't climb over these 

 hills all winter for nothing. I have got to 

 have a grub stake and Sheard is offering a 

 big price for horns like yours.' 



" I tried to excuse myself for playing 

 such a dirty mean trick on the old cuss; 



