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and ran down to the creek below. I let him 

 cross this, and he soon came to a halt on the 

 other side, and turned broadside to look at us, 

 presenting a very easy shot. My bullet pierced 

 his lungs, and after running fifty or sixty yards 

 he fell over dead. 



This caribou was in his summer coat and 

 quite different in appearance to the caribou I 

 have shot in Newfoundland. He was of a very 

 dark brown colour all over, the hair of the 

 neck being as short and dark as that of the 

 rest of the body. His horns which had looked 

 large as he ran were rather of the barren 

 groimd than the woodland type, showing good 

 palmation at the tops. They were, however, 

 unfortunately still in the velvet. Had they 

 been fully grown and clean they would have 

 made a fine trophy. As it was I brought them 

 home and gave them and the headskin to the 

 Natural History Museum. 



We carried the head and some of the best of 

 the meat back to camp, and on the following 

 day returned with the horse and packed in the 

 two haunches and the shoulders to take back to 



