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HUNTING THE PRONGHORN 149 
that appeared over the hill—just the top of 
my head, my cap being in my pocket. Sin- 
gling out the one with apparently the best 
horns, I fired. I saw none fall and the band 
instantly whirled into line and started off. 
Holding well in front of a fine buck, I fired 
again; he fell and arose immediately, run- 
ning seemingly as fast as ever. Another 
shot brought him down a second time, but 
again he arose, this time only to walk off 
along the hillside and lie down. 
My rifle was now empty and as I arose 
and started over the hill to the wounded 
antelope, much to my surprise I saw that 
the first shot had killed a fine buck. It had 
fallen almost in its tracks, but by reason of 
the other animals jumping in front of it 
when the shot was fired I did not see it fall. 
As I started toward my game I saw the 
band that had disappeared over the hill 
come dashing back. They could not under- 
stand why the wounded one did not follow 
them, and ran back and forth, at times not 
more than fifty yards from me. I was glad 
that I had no more cartridges, but I longed 
for a camera. Looking around for Bolton 
with the team, I saw him on the sky-line, 
about a mile distant, waving me toward the 
east, in the direction of the wounded ante- 
lope, that was still lying over the hill. He 
had not seen the otherone fall, and, thinking 
I did not see the wounded one, wasendeavor- 
ing to put me in a position to kill it. I sig- 
naled with my coat and he came with the 
horses. 
To say that my cowboy friend was sur- 
prised and delighted when he drove up 
would be putting it mildly. After we had 
cleaned the dead antelope, I mounted my 
horse and started after the wounded one, 
which led me a chase of over a mile before I 
caught it. I threw it on the horse and went 
back to the wagon. One shot had cut the 
animal across the chest almost to the bone 
and the other had passed entirely through 
the intestines, leaving them hanging out 
several inches on the side where the bullet 
passed out. 
It was now nearly sundown and we 
wound our way through the hills and 
ravines in the direction of the shanty. Upon 
our arrival the boys went to work on the 
animals with a will, skinning them and 
cleaning the meat, while inside the shanty 
antelope heart and liver sizzled over the 
fire—a most agreeable change from salt 
bacon. 
The next day found several cowboys 
added to the hunting party again. We 
hunted carefully and diligently from before 
sunrise until late in the afternoon without 
seeing any antelope within a reasonable 
distance, when suddenly we came upon a 
band of seven, feeding quietly across a long 
level. Making a circuit of about a mile we 
reached the top of a hill possibly 500 yards 
distant, and, aftersingling out the best speci- 
men with the aid of the glass, the boys fired 
while I held the horses. The antelope fell, 
but arose immediately and followed the 
band over the hill, notwithstanding several 
more shots were fired at him. He was pretty 
badly wounded, so we mounted our horses 
and rode after the quarry, but he disap- 
peared from view, and although we made 
every effort to find him we could not do so. 
Darkness settled over the plains, so we gave 
him up and started back to the shack. 
I made up my mind to find that ante- 
lope, so on the morrow got an early start, 
taking along with me the ever enthusiastic 
Elmer and the spring wagon, with my horse 
tied behind. When we reached the neigh- 
borhood in which we had hunted on the pre- 
ceding day I mounted and rode back and 
forth through the hills in seemingly every 
direction, but not a single antelope did I see.., 
Elmer likewise hunted with the wagon, but 
with no success, so about three o’clock we 
started back. I rode through the buttes, 
the wagon following me by about a quarter 
of a mile. 
As we crossed a ridge I caught sight of an 
antelope coming out of a ravine and in 
another moment a coyote appeared in full 
chase. They were fully a mile distant, but 
I could plainly see it was the wounded 
animal and also that the wolf was gaining on 
him at every leap. I called the attention of 
I-lmer to the chase and rode quickly to the 
top of the hill, from which vantage, with the 
glass, I saw the wolf catch the antelope and 
both go down together. I signaled to the 
wagon to stop and rode quickly down 
through a big ravine until about opposite 
the wolf and his prey. Here I left my horse 
and went on foot—running, walking, crawl- 
ing and squirming through the buffalo grass 
