3-077-739 - The Print Collector/Heritage Images

A day's antelope-hunting in Nevada, North America, 1890. '4 a.m, - The broncho (prairie horse) bolting. 8 a.m. - Chase interrupted by a canyon (ravine or gully). 12 a.m. - Noon rest, to collect his thoughts. 12 p.m. - The camp at last; the horse come back...The subject might rather be called a day's broncho-hunting, for it is the unruly steed, one of the class of half-wild ponies called by that name on the prairies, that our unlucky sportsman has to chase from 4 a.m. till noon, resting then to collect his thoughts, and slowly finding his way back to the camp, where he arrives at midnight, hours after the broncho has quietly rejoined the other horses at grass...The hunter who sees antelope two or three miles distant has to dismount and picket his horse, or to find cover in some "draw" or gully, and crawl up nearer if he can, hands and knees much lacerated by the cactus and sharp flinty rocks, till he gets a shot with his Winchester express rifle, at a range of about three hundred paces. In the meantime...the "broncho" may get loose and bolt far away. To catch such a horse on the open plain, where pedestrian movements are perhaps obstructed by deep "canyons," too wide for a man in his boots and breeches to leap, is an impossible performance'. From "Illustrated London News", 1890.