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bogs to the north of the railway, but failed to 

 come across a good stag. Soon after leaving 

 camp I met a doe and a fawn, and later on a 

 small herd, consisting of five does and a stag, 

 passed within fifty yards of the bushes from 

 behind which my guide and I had been 

 watching them as they approached us across 

 an open bog. As the stag had a poor head I 

 did not stop him, and all six animals passed 

 on southwards quite unconscious of our near 

 proximity. 



In the afternoon we had rather an interesting- 

 experience. Stroud (my guide) and I were 

 resting on a stretch of dry sand just below the 

 high and densely-wooded upper bank of the 

 Sand River, a pretty stream some eighty yards 

 in width. Sitting as we were on an open 

 beach, we were, of course, in full view of any 

 animal standing on the farther bank of the 

 river. 



Nevertheless, a herd of caribou, consisting 

 of three old does, a fawn, and two young 

 stags, presently appeared amongst the trees 

 exactly opposite, and without seeming to 



