“I have certain memories of travel on the plains, when for the whole
long day one would pass a continual succession of small bands of
antelope, numbering from ten to fifty or sixty, those at a little
distance paying no attention to the traveler, while those nearer
at hand loped lazily and unconcernedly out of the way. In the year
1879, in certain valleys in North Park, Colorado, I saw wonderful
congregations of antelope. As far as we could see in any direction, all
over the basins, there were antelope in small or considerable groups.
In one of these places I examined with care the trails made by them,
for this was the only place where I ever saw deeply worn antelope
trails, which suggested the buffalo trails of the plains.”
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