as a target and Hearm knows they are small enough objects to shoot past when they are irrelevant or going like the wind. As soon as the bird turned I pulled at my pony & threw myself onto my knees rifle up. The antelope was swirled in such a cloud of yellow dust that it was impossible to distinguish an individual animal, I knew it was hopeless but the temptation was too great and emptied the magazine of my rifle into that yellow cloud. Of course I got nothing! One does when one shoots on mass at a flock of birds or animals without singing out a target. I had run only half a mile or so again. As we lurched about we could see antelope many sides. The whole plain was dotted with herds of from 10 to 700 a group of two or three. It was only a question of which one wished to own. I traded my rifle again & gave the pony a few moments rest. He tore de- glibly with heavy steps or dropping head seeming to voice my own despair. meant that the herd had escaped with our loss by a single animal after his gallant effort.