as only frightened antelopes can run, in the direction from which they came.  Shortly afterwards I saw Chauvin on a little knoll.  I waved my arms.  He saw me, took off his hat and beckoned for me to join him.  Off I put, as fast as my legs could carry me.  When I got to him, I found he had killed two antelope bucks.  They lay within 400 yards of each other.  He had already cut their throats.  Maybe you think we were not happy!  We drew the animals.  Chauvin was an old man, compactly built, but very strong.  He helped me shoulder the smaller of the bucks, and then he, with the greatest ease, picked up the other one, and we trudged to camp.  We hung our game up on a couple of stunted stumps and skinned them.  Then we prepared supper.  We cooked potatoes and rice, made coffee, and cornbread, and fried the antelope livers with bacon.  Just as our meal was ready, our roustabout came into camp, riding one of the horses barebacked, with only a halter and leading the other two.  He had had his hat blown away and was bareheaded.  He was nearly frozen, having started off in the morning without his coat.

Horses Recovered.

He trailed the horses, which were traveling before the wind, for twelve miles.  Fortunately at a point on the south side of the valley, they entered a ravine, in which there was plenty of bunch grass.  Here, sheltered from the wind, they fed up the ravine a mile or so, where he found them lying down in a sheltered spot near a water hole.  He had had nothing to eat since leaving us.  Coming back he faced the wind until it died away.  Riding a horse bareback, with a halter for a bridle, and leading two other horses, you can well imagine was no picnic.  We tied the animals to some willow stumps, so there was no danger of their getting loose, and gave them a feed of barley.  By this time the roustabout was thawed out by our fire, and we had supper.

As we had all the antelope we wanted, we made our plans for the next day.  Chauvin knew the country thoroughly.  He proposed that the next morning we go to where the horses had been found, and proceed up that canyon onto the Liebre ranch to a camping spot he knew of.  He was certain we would find deer there.  At peace with the world, we went to bed that night well fed and contented.  Next morning we had antelope steak, right out of the loin, for breakfast.  I never tasted better meat but once, and that was a moose steak served us one morning at the Hotel Frontenac in Quebec a few years ago.

We broke camp early.  About noon time we had crossed the valley and gained our new camp, which was an ideal one.  There was a spring of hot and a spring of cold iron and sulphur water within ten feet of each other, each near a stream of cold, clear mountain water.  The first thing we did was to take a bath in the hot sulphur water.  There was quite a hole in which it boiled up.  It was almost too hot for comfort, but how cleansing it was!  It took all of the sand out of our hair and beard and eyes, and left the skin as soft as satin.  After our hot bath, we cooled off in the stream and got into our clothes.  Refreshed and encouraged, we were extremely happy.