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ashore early in the afternoon, and pitched 

 camp in a snug spot in the midst of some thick 

 spruce trees. Then Saunders and I took a 

 round in the rain up the river and across 

 some large, open stretches of bog, but we did 

 not come across any more caribou, though we 

 saw some fairly fresh tracks. We were wet 

 through when we returned to camp — more from 

 the water which had poured on to us from 

 every tree and bush than from the rain itself. 

 However, getting wet in Newfoundland matters 

 very little. As long as you are moving it does 

 not hurt you, and after returning to camp you 

 can soon get everything dried again before a 

 glorious log fire. 



On the following day the weather was fine 

 and warm, in fact the heat of the sun revivified 

 numbers of little black flies, which I imagined 

 had given up business for the season, as I had 

 seen none previously, though I had heard that 

 they were very bad along the rivers of New- 

 foundland in the summer months. I found 

 that the bites of these venomous little flies, 

 though scarcely noticeable at first, subsequently 



