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almost all the way from where we had left 

 the canoe. 



We had seen caribou every day whilst 

 travelling, but no big stags. I had been 

 obliged to shoot a young stag, however, for 

 meat. This animal heard us climbing over 

 some rocks, and at once came charging out of 

 the forest on the other side of the river, 

 grunting repeatedly. No doubt he thought 

 the noise he had heard had been made by a 

 caribou doe or a rival stag. 



He was not satisfied when he saw three men 

 with packs on their backs on the further side of 

 the river, but at once plunged into the swift- 

 flowing stream, and came half wading, half 

 swimming towards us. When half way across 

 the river he got our wind, and after standing 

 sniffing the breeze for a considerable time 

 turned back. As his head was not good 

 enough to keep as a trophy, I should have let 

 him go, but my men thought it would be 

 advisable to kill him, and take some of the 

 meat on with us, caching the remainder for 

 use on our return journey. 



