106 RECENT HUNTING TRIPS. 



I now waited for some little time expecting 

 the canoes to come up, but as they did not do 

 so I ran hack along the water's edge to call 

 them. I had not proceeded far when a turn 

 in the river gave me a view over the open piece 

 of ground of which I have spoken before as 

 lying between the river and the forest, some 

 four hundred yards distant. Here I immediately 

 saw the caribou standing. He was evidently 

 very badly wounded, as, although some minutes 

 had now elapsed since I last fired at him, he 

 had only moved a very short distance, and 

 when I first saw him he was standing still 

 with his head down. Then as I watched he 

 moved very slowly forward again towards the 

 forest. 



At this moment the mist lifted a little, and I 

 might have fired at the wounded stag again at 

 a distance of perhaps three hundred yards, but 

 I never thought of doing so, as I felt sure he 

 was done for and as good as mine. Then the 

 mist came down again and hid him completely 

 from my view. I now ran back to the canoes, 

 and, accompanied by both my men, crossed the 



