would stand for that but Kublai acts so com- pletely against the spirit of a hunt that he never seems to understand it, except to approach him from the rear with my gun. That always starts him off, for once I frightened him unintentionally by poking him in the hip. Mongol ponies will never stand unless they are bridled and Kublai is no exception to that rule, so Juliet watches him while I shoot. The shooting itself even from his back bothers him no more than as if it was a buzzing fly. While I jogged along with the antelope I galloped down the valley to stop the cars and find where there we could camp at the nearest water. We were both thrilled with the excitement of the hunt and happy beyond measure. I have had many kinds of shooting but none which compares with this. Hunting antelope from a motor car is exciting for the moment but it is not sport. The animal doesn't have a sporting chance for unless the ground is rough so one can be certain of coming ups to within fair range. But from horseback it is a different matter. The antelope can run twice as fast as the best horse. There is always the minimum possibility, if even probability, that your horse will put his foot into a madman hole and send you flying over his head or a broken neck that fell when