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another great big stag would come, like the monster I had 

 photographed once before. What a morning that had 

 been ! — when I had realised the hopes of years in securing 

 a sunlit picture of a perfectly typical line of thirteen Caribou 

 under the most favourable conditions, showing them on the 

 migration, travelling as they are supposed to do, and at 

 exactly the right angle to the camera. No one can believe 

 how much pleasure that experience had given me. It was 

 what I knew could be done, if only one had the luck to be 

 on hand and ready at the proper moment. How many 

 times it had nearly happened ! But some little and seemingly 

 insignificant detail had each time prevented success ; and 

 then, as though that was not enough for one morning's 

 work, had not the immense stag come along while the sun 

 was still shining ! How excited I was when I realised that 

 within sixteen or seventeen yards was a real stag with horns 

 carrying full forty-five points. What would not any guide 

 have given to have been able to offer his sportsman such an 

 opportunity ! I scarcely dare think what their opinion of 

 me would have been for only shooting with the harmless 

 camera. Surely they would have regarded it as an 

 opportunity utterly wasted. But that day was one to be 

 remembered, to be treasured up in the storehouse of happiest 

 moments, the storehouse which is never filled. 



This day of many Caribou, though not yielding extra- 

 ordinary chances, was, everything considered, one of the most 

 interesting in all my experiences, for I was seldom left long 

 without at least a sight of the animals. True, I did not get 

 any startling pictures, but before the day had passed I had 

 used up all my plates, and secured nearly a couple of dozen 

 photographs, many of which were of particular interest, as 

 they showed good types of Caribou, some unusual horns, 

 and the earlier ones depicted the animals travelling on the 



