I have a little antelope, which my cousin sent to me from Wyoming
when it was two weeks old. We had to feed him from a bottle for a
long time. He would drink only when the milk was in the bottle. But
one day I did not give him anything to drink till night; then I
brought out a pan of milk for him, and he tried to drink, but he
did not know how, though he soon found out, and it was funny to see
him. He would put his nose in and try to eat it, but it couldn't be
eaten. He is now a large antelope, and when you touch him he will
turn and run after you, and if you don't get on the fence or behind
a tree, he will butt you. Sometimes the dogs come in and get after
him, and then he will run up to the window and make a noise, so
that we will come out and drive the dogs away. When we are at
dinner he will come up to the window and lick it and ask to be fed.
His tongue is black, and his horns are two inches long, but they
hurt when they hit you. His color is a grayish-brown. He sheds his
hair every year, and it gets thicker, so that he will be warm for
winter.