134 RECENT HUNTING TRIPS. 



Of my return journey there is nothing of 

 interest to recount. The weather was fine, and 

 we found the water in the lakes and rivers we 

 had to descend at least a foot higher than it 

 had heen in the early days of September, after 

 the long summer drought. I finally reached 

 St. John's on September 24th, and returned 

 home in the good ship " Carthaginian," which 

 started for Glasgow tAvo days later. 



I most thoroughly enjoyed this, my second 

 little trip to Newfoundland. I got off the 

 beaten track, found plenty of caribou, and of 

 the five stags I shot, two carried very fine heads 

 and two others very fair ones, the fifth being a 

 small one. 



The wild, primeval desolation of the country 

 and the vast, voiceless solitudes — where the 

 silence is never broken save by the cry of 

 some wild creature — have an inexpressible 

 charm of their own. You feel that you stand 

 on a portion of the earth's surface which has 

 known no change for countless centuries, a 

 land which may remain in its natural condition 

 for centuries yet to come. The one danger 



