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fiord to look for deer. In the first valley we 

 came to, we espied some small troops of deer 

 feeding w fHn half a mile of the shore. We 

 landed, and I killed nine of them without 

 much trouble, and as these were thoroughly 

 unsophisticated animals, I might easily have 

 shot as many more, but I got disgusted with 

 such a burlesque upon sport and left them 

 alone. I was much amused by one of these 

 deer a well- grown stag who, upon receiving 

 my bullet in his ribs, made a furious attack 

 upon a companion of about his own size, 

 evidently under the impression that the bullet- 

 wound was the result of a treacherous prod 

 from the horns of his friend. 



While the sailors were carrying down these 

 deer, I gathered a lot of drift-wood, and soon 

 made a roaring fire, whereat we boiled some 

 coffee and made a glorious fry of chops and 

 kidneys in the iron baling-ladle of the boat ; 

 topping up with broiled marrow-bones, a very 

 different article, oh ! my dear reader, from 

 the bestial compound of brains and lard 

 rammed into old bones, which you have often 

 eaten in London, and imagined, in the inno 

 cence of your heart, to be real marrow. 



When standing on the rocks up the small 



