I knew concealed a death trap in the margin should ahead. I running Kublai to the right, another gazelle followed but the horse was watching like a cat a leaped or side stepped every danger spot. The antelope were well up the hill, strung out in a line almost across path but was its fatal attraction which seemed to draw them irresistibly in a semi-circle about their pursuer. They had made a magnificent run they were not more than 200 yds. away when I pulled in my horse, as I scrambled off with my left hand I drew the rifle from its scabbard and came into action. The first shot struck low or behind but it gave me the range of at the second the rear most animal stopped. I began to run wildly about in a circle. He was plainly hit but I missed him twice the snapped onto a swell of ground. I had dropped my reins on the ground when I began to shoot if Yvette had my pony, jumping into the saddle, we tore after the ground antelope. He was not to be seen when we topped the rise but I saw a streak & that was the antelope far away left running downhill. I had gone a hundred yards after it when I discovered that it was a marmot. I was just slowing up