120 RECENT HUNTING TRIPS. 



fair thickness in the beam, only carried twenty- 

 six points. 



My expanding bullet — a Government "Dum- 

 dum" — had struck the stag just behind the 

 shoulder and had torn a large hole through 

 the upper part of the heart, yet I could not find 

 a single drop of blood on the tracks of the 

 animal after it had been hit, though I examined 

 the ground carefully right up to the spot 

 where it lay dead. 



After cleaning this stag and cutting off its 

 head we hunted round for another couple of 

 hours, through what seemed beautiful country 

 for caribou — a land of marsh and swampy 

 forest, diversified by outcrops of rock, covered 

 with a thin layer of soil on which grew a pro- 

 fusion of berries and white moss. Though 

 recent tracks were numerous, however, we saw 

 no more of the animals that had made them, so 

 we returned to the dead stag and carried its 

 head home. 



During our absence John Wells had seen 

 two caribou — a doe and a fawn — cross the 

 river a little above our camp, and a large 



