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for he had very cunningly run down the hollow 

 below the ridge, and then turned up hill again 

 behind another swell in the ground. When I 

 saw him once more he was quite two hundred 

 yards away and galloping hard, and his 

 horns then looked very large. I then, too, saw 

 for the first time that he was followed by a very 

 small caribou, a last year's calf, I should think. 

 I had sat down and was just going to fire a 

 running shot at the stag, with the two hundred 

 yards' sight, when he stopped suddenly, and 

 wheeling round stood looking back to try and 

 get a sight of whatever it was, the smell of 

 which had given him such a fright. 



Now was my chance, and taking a steady 

 shot I pulled the trigger. 



I heard my bullet thud, and soon saw that 

 the great stag was mine, for though he turned 

 and galloped off again after being struck, he 

 only ran slowly and heavily, and soon came to 

 a stand, and I was able to get near and kill him 

 with a second shot. 



He was a fine big old caribou stag, standing 

 between fifty-four and fifty-five inches in height 



