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the island from east to west, and occupy all the 

 country from north to south between Grand Pond, 

 a magnificent lake of some eighty miles in length, 

 and Red Indian Pond. The extent of hunting 

 country is very large ; and, thinking that surely 

 there must be some herds of deer out on the barrens 

 somewhere, we made expeditions from the main 

 camp of a day or two's journey, and thoroughly 

 searched the country in all directions. It was in 

 vain ; not a fresh track did we find. We proved 

 that there was not a herd of caribou within twenty 

 miles or more of us, and, after spending a fortnight 

 of our valuable time in a most unprofitable manner, 

 we packed up our goods, and with weary and dis- 

 pirited steps returned to our canoes, made the best 

 of our way back to Joe's camp, and after resting a 

 day, started in the teeth of a fierce gale for Grand 

 Pond. 



Our course led us through a splendid game 

 country. We camped at nights in the very passages 

 through which, in former days, the caribou used to 

 pass in countless numbers during their annual 

 autumn migration from the north to the south side 

 of the island, but we were a day too late for the fair. 

 Lumber-men were cutting timber on the shores of 

 Deer Pond and raftiug it dowa the broad current 



