when I heard Yvette screaming frantically behind me and saw her dashing at full speed to the left where the antelope was lying down. I saw the animal was not dead grazed to his await. She let me come up and I dismounted a ready as the animal should run. There was just one more shell in my gun, my pockets were empty; it was the last chance to get the antelope. I fired again at 50 yards the animal rolled over dead. I waited for Yvette together we walked up to the beautiful orange-yellow form lying in the growing grass. We both saw its horns at the same instant and hugged each other in delight for we had not known it was a buck. At this time of the year the bucks are usually alone and its one will seldom be found with the does except in the largest herds. This one was in full summer pregnancy, its new brain spotless and unworn. I held Kublai Khan's head while I hoisted the buck this back and strapped it behind the saddle. He watched proceedings interestingly but without a tremor and soon when I mounted & started off at a trot he paid out the slightest attention to the head dangling in his placid, visionary fronted poses.