their brilliant eyes showing that they were things of life. I could ride up to within five feet and when they saw that they were certainly discovered off they went like frightened hares. Their mothers always cared about the spot where the fawns were lying, sometimes a mile or so away but always making that particular place the center of their circle. However, they were not easy to hunt for their feel was just as great as aim and they would let us approach no nearer than before the young were born. I suppose that nothing contributes more to successful antelope hunting than one's horse. Mine is a perfect model. He has learned now what I want to do and he anticipates my slightest wish. Kublai Khan might well be proud of the magnificent beast which bears his name. I never have to use a whip. We may be trotting along quietly over the plain when antelope appear far away. Also sometimes my pony sees them even before does. Then I lean over his neck to take my rifle from its scabbard, instantly his ears are up, with head next he is pulling gently at the reins anxious to be off. Always he looks from side to side until he sees the animals. When at last the antelopes have begun