118 RECENT HUNTING TRIPS. 



been sitting on a mud-bank near the mouth 

 of the river were much less confiding, and 

 flew off long before we were within rifle-shot 

 of them. 



The morning of September 17th ushered in 

 a fine bright day, with a strong wind blowing 

 from the south-west. After an early breakfast 

 Saunders and I started out for a day's ramble 

 through what we deemed to be practically our 

 own private hunting-ground. Ahnost imme- 

 diately we saw a doe and a fawn coming along 

 the lake shore, and I stood and watched them 

 until they were within a himdred yards of our 

 camp, when they got our wind, and after 

 running backwards and forwards and staring 

 at us for some time finally trotted off. 



We then followed the course of the river for 

 two or three miles, when, coming to a little 

 tributary brook, meandering through an open, 

 marshy valley, we made our way along it, and 

 after a time sighted a small caribou stag, and 

 about an hour later a large one. This latter 

 came out into the open marsh from a strip 

 of forest about two hundred yards ahead of 



