but it was only comfortably warm, The plain rolled away in great swelling billows like the long swells of the ocean and at every rise I stopped for a moment & scanned the horizon with my glasses. One would hardly believe that the country is so rolling until one rides over it. Almost every 1/2 mile there is a depression deep enough to hide an antelope. We were only about half an hour from camp when we suddenly came upon a herd of antelope six or seven hundred yards away. They saw us instantly & we trotted up to the summit of the land-swirl and stood looking fixedly in our direction. Instantly we swung about 'til we were out of sight. Then we directed the same to ride around behind them & try & drive them in one direction. In the mean while we were to circle about just under cover of the hill crest & try to get in front of them. We had hardly begun to trot when we heard a rust & knew that the animals were off. Pursuit was useless now so we put our horses into a gallop and came up into full drive. There was the herd on the valley below to the right of our skimming