the hanging rocks and scattered cedar-trees,
crawling up closer and closer, for the large war-
party reached the hill just as the scouts who
held Antelope at bay discovered the approach
of his kinsmen.

Antelope had long since exhausted his quiver
of arrows and was gathering up many of
those that fell about him to send them back
among his pursuers. When their attention was
withdrawn from him for an instant by the sud-
den onset of the Sioux, he sprang to his feet.

He raised both his hands heavenward in
token of gratitude for his rescue, and his friends
announced with loud shouts the daring of Ante-
lope.

Both sides fought bravely, but the Utes at
last retreated and were fiercely pursued. An-
telope stood at his full height upon the huge
rock that had sheltered him, and gave his yell
of defiance and exultation. Below him the war-
riors took it up, and among the gathering
shadows the rocks echoed praises of his name.

In the Sioux camp upon Lost Water there
were dances and praise songs, but there was
wailing and mourning, too, for many lay dead
among the crags. The name of Antelope was