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It then left the marsh, and walked along the 

 shore of a wooded promontory, and was 

 browsing on some bushes when I fired at and 

 killed it from the canoe at a distance of not 

 more than fifty yards. 



It proved to be a good-sized stag, and 

 judging by its teeth must have been five or 

 six years old, but it carried a miserable little 

 pair of horns. However, I had not shot it for 

 its head but for its meat, and that if not fit for 

 a king was at least very good for a hungry 

 man. 



Although it was still early in the day we 

 camped at once alongside the carcase of the 

 slain deer, and were soon feasting on fried 

 steaks with appetites that any primeval savage 

 might have envied. 



Whilst walking along the lake-shore in the 

 evening I came across the stump of a large 

 birch tree that had been cut down by beavers 

 apparently about two years previously, but I 

 saw no fresher indications of these animals. 



On the morning of October 11th, with a 

 strong wind behind us, we ran down Lloyd's 



