company’s yards but they were un¬ 
touched. 
On April 24th the Decked Sailing- 
Canoe Association was formed. The 
purpose being to promote the sport of 
decked sailing and assist canoeists in 
obtaining inexpensive plans, fittings, 
and other equipment. 
A LOST ANTELOPE 
Dear Forest and Stream: 
r pHE leader of the band was Gideon. 
His father was a Mormon who had 
left Salt Lake and gone into the Teton 
Mountains years ago to trap bear and 
beaver in the Jackson Hole Country. 
He had lived there a good many years, 
and had never seen a brick house, buggy, 
Sunday school or a minister. Gid was 
a good man with horses or a rifle and 
well acquainted with the mountains and 
so as guide he had been with me for 
several weeks. One cold September 
morning, when he asked, “Who will join 
Gideon’s band?” I started out with him 
to see if I could get a buck antelope. 
We left the Buffalo fork of the Snake 
River early in the morning, and rode 
over the “benches” all the forenoon 
without seeing game of any kind. 
Finally deciding that by taking to the 
“river bottom” we might come across 
either deer or antelope going down to 
water, Gid lead the way down a small 
“draw.” We had been riding for some 
time, when, on glancing back over my 
shoulder, I saw two or three antelope 
going away from us through the scrub 
brush, crouching and stealing away, 
showing that they had already seen us. 
I called to Gid, and we immediately 
spurred our horses some two hundred 
yards to the river. We rode out on a 
sandbar, connected with the bank by 
a narrow strip, to see where the ante¬ 
lope were. We readily noticed a small 
bunch of 13 or 14 swimming diagonally 
across the river with the current to¬ 
wards the further shore. After looking 
the band over carefully, and seeing no 
bucks, we dismounted and commenced 
to fire stone ahead of them with the 
purpose of cutting them off, if possible; 
it is a hard thing to turn a bunch of 
antelope when once set in any direc¬ 
tion. The leading doe gained the oppo¬ 
site bank in safety, but the others, dis¬ 
turbed by tbe splashing of stones, turned 
at right angles and commenced to swim 
towards our bank. Immediately we 
mounted the horses and rode down the 
gravel bar to head them off. 
Gid was mounted on a speedier horse 
and reached the leading doe first. As 
he rode up alongside of her while she 
was swimming he stooped to grasp her 
by the neck, but his horse stopped short, 
which gave me time to spur ahead of 
him. Our horses by this time were well 
up to their bellies in water, and the 
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Do Fish Sleepf 
N his recent American 
trip, M. Clemenceau, 
noted consumer of 
Terrapin, learned that fish do 
sleep. The piscatorialist of the 
New York Aquarium told 
him so. 
More appetizing- news, how¬ 
ever, would have been: "Mazola 
is the perfect oil for frying fish. 
Any American Housewife 
could have told him that. 
Camping, fishing, huntingor 
at home, remember Mazola— 
for salads and cooking. 
In writing to Advertisers mention Forest and Stream. It will identify you. 
