. The hunter and the trapper in North America ; or, Romantic adventures in field and forest. From the French of Bénédict Révoil . inequalities of the ravine and the highgrass which covered them, before the two spiral horns ofthe antelope rose clearly defined against the azure sky,and soon I distinctly caught sight of the animal, with thetwo dogs at his heels, coming, with swift bounds andleaps, right in my direction. *^ He is a dead creature ! thought I to myself, sellingthe skin of the antelope before I had brought him to theearth. The animal galloped at such a rate that he was notmore than t
. The hunter and the trapper in North America ; or, Romantic adventures in field and forest. From the French of Bénédict Révoil . inequalities of the ravine and the highgrass which covered them, before the two spiral horns ofthe antelope rose clearly defined against the azure sky,and soon I distinctly caught sight of the animal, with thetwo dogs at his heels, coming, with swift bounds andleaps, right in my direction. *^ He is a dead creature ! thought I to myself, sellingthe skin of the antelope before I had brought him to theearth. The animal galloped at such a rate that he was notmore than two hundred paces from me, when I perceivedthree jets of smoke rise simultaneously at his side, andthe vibi^ating air repeated the discharge of three muskets; 356 AN UNWELCOME INTRUDER. not one of them, however, hit the noble beast, which, in acontemptuous manner, continued his gallop in my heart beat with emotion and desire: with my eye fixedon the sight of my rifle, I kept the antelope under aim,ready to pull the trigger, when, at twenty yards from myhiding-place, a fourth repprt startled the echoes, and I saw. HE CONTINUED Hi8 OA1,LOP IN MY D^I^ECTION. my coveted prey, which I had looked upon as peculiarlymy own, roll lifeless on the blood-bedabbled grass. Atthe same moment, an Indian, emerging from the shade ofthe cotton-trees, filled the air with his shrill whoop, intoken of victory. I confess I felt so furious, that, for amoment, I entertained the fatal thought of lodging abullet in the head of the Sioux; but I soon shook ofi* thecriminal feeling, and called my dogs, vowing that neveragain would I separate myself from other hunters, norrun the risk of having my own proper booty carried offunder my very nose. When one hunts in company in the American prairies, EVENING IN THE CAMP. 357 there exists a custom, not without its good side for thosewho have a sharp appetite. To the hunter sufficiently fortunate to kill a largeanimal belong his haunch and pasterns;
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