along at full speed, with a shout to "Quiet!" I looked the reins over Kublai Khan's neck and we were off like the wind. H was close beside me, leaning far over her horse's neck. Heading diagonally toward the bend I saw them begin turning toward us, like a band of steel drawn by a powerful magnet. On our left front, low into a hollow a rise again in its slope. It was an abrupt rise & we could not spare the horses for the antelope were already over the crest & lost sight. Our ponies took the hill with hardly a loss of speed & at the summit we saw the antelope herd just swinging across our line, 200 yds away. I held my rifle out shield high in my right hand. Kublai slowed to a walk when he felt the pressure on the reins & I threw my self from his back just as the antelopes were beginning to turn away from us. At the first shot I saw a puffs of dust, in front of the herd -- second antelope & leaving a little further for the next shot I pulled the trigger. The antelope dropped like a piece of white paper, but threw the neck. Two other shots were missed by them the herd was out of range, & going like the wind. Throwing myself on to my pony I galloped up to the dead antelope, it was a beautify deal, without a mark or scratch upon her body except where a bright red spot where my bullet had entered her neck.