coming back from a buffalo-chase. We had been crawling lazily along,
over prairie, through valley, up and down hill, since sunrise, and it
was now nearly noon.

All of a sudden, from a clump of tall grass near us, up sprung an
antelope and a pair of beautiful fawns. Like a flash, the old one and
one of the fawns started over the brow of the ridge on which they were
lying; while the other little fellow began running around in a circle,
as you have seen ponies do at the circus, bleating as hard as he could.

The boys leaped from the wagons in an instant, while I remained to hold
the horses. Ranging themselves around the circle, the three hunters
every now and then, dashed headlong after the fawn as he flew past; but
missed him by a rod or more every time.

Our dog Landy, also, was on hand for the fun; and it was a laughable
sight to see the great awkward fellow straining every nerve to overtake
the little streak of animated lightning that flashed before him. Landy
was a Newfoundland shepherd, and I knew that nothing could induce him to
hurt the fawn if he should catch him.

While I was watching the sport, and laughing at the drollery of it, all
at once I heard a stamping on the other side of the wagon, and, stepping
quickly around the horses' heads, I saw the old doe, and a buck and doe
with her.

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As the fawn came bounding along the circle, the buck and does, bleating
anxiously, darted in ahead of him, rushing right by the men and dog.