150 
until within about 75 yards of the quarry. 
I would have tried a shot at the wolf 
before this, but he and his kill were in a 
low place and I could not see them well 
from any distance and the wind was blowing 
too hard to attempt an offhand shot with 
any chance of success. As I raised on my 
elbows to fire, the wolf saw me and looked 
up. The bullet struck him in the shoulder 
and ranged the entire length of his body, 
dropping him on the antelope’s neck. 
The morrow. was the last day I was to 
spend with the cowboys, so they resolved 
to give me the best time possible. Three of 
them, Bolton, Elmer and Charley Findlay, 
and myself, with the littleteam, started about 
daylight, andafter following the trail toward 
the river for about three miles we struck off 
across the country. After going but a short 
distance a coyote looked up over a little rise 
in the ground. Elmer pulled up the horses 
and I leveled the rifle between him and 
Findlay, on the front seat, and fired. The 
horses jumped and started off at a dead run. 
Away we went at a terrific rate, the boys 
laughing and shouting and telling me at 
the same time to look out for the wolf and 
not lose him. After a run of half a mile or so 
Elmer succeeded in stopping the team and 
we went back and got the quarry. The little 
runaway had been merely a good joke. 
The shooting we had all done during the 
RECREATION 
past few days had driven the antelope back 
toward the Elbow, and we consequently 
now saw very few and those at a great dis- 
tance. 
Stopping beside a lake to feed the horses, 
Elmer, Findlay and I went on ahead on 
foot, instructing Bolton to follow us with 
the team toward the “‘burn” in an hour’s 
time. The wind was blowing very hard, so 
we kept around in the sheltered places and 
proceeded very carefully. Finally I walked 
out from behind a hill and surprised two 
antelope—a doe and a very handsome buck. 
They both made one bound and stopped 
just as I threw up my rifle. I took a quick 
shot at the buck and the bullet passed 
entirely through his body, just behind the 
heart. He made a furious dash down the 
hill, running in a semi-circle, and dropped 
dead. This was the largest one killed dur- 
ing the hunt, weighing nearly 200 pounds. 
The wagon came up just before dark and 
we were not far toward home before the 
silvery moon looked down upon us to light 
the way. 
The day of the cowboy is fast drawing to 
a close, but the few who remain are still the 
same whole-souled, kind-hearted men 
whose devoted and unselfish attention 
makes one’s trip to the great ranching 
country of the Northwest an event to be 
long and well remembered. 

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