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night. He wanted to know whether we should 

 have any luck, you know, sir. He was a very 

 funny gentleman ; he used always to tell the cook 

 at night, ' You give John plenty fat pork for 

 supper, make him dream good.' Well, sir, I told 

 him I had a very curious dream. I thought he 

 fired both barrels at a cariboo, and that I caught 

 both the bullets in my hand and gave them to 

 him. Well, he laughed at that, and said it could 

 not be true, and that I could not dream good 

 anyhow. But I thought to myself, we'll see. 

 So we hunted all day, and in the afternoon came 

 upon a large herd of cariboo out on a lake. We 

 crept up behind some little bushes to within sixty 

 or eighty yards, and then I told the gentleman to 

 put on a fresh cap — it was in the old days of 

 muzzle loaders, you know, sir — and shoot, for I 

 could not get him any nearer. Well, sir, he took 

 a long aim, and fired. The cariboos were all lying 

 dovm on the ice, you know, sir, and they just 

 jumped up and stood all bunched up together, 

 looking about them. ' Fire again, sir,' I said, and 

 he took another steady aim, and fired. Nothing 

 hit, nothing down, away the cariboo went, tails up, 

 not a sign of a wounded one among them. Every 

 now and then they would stop and turn round to 



