Newfoundland 
sloped gently towards another canyon some 
six hundred yards away, and there, on the edge 
of the timber, were the first caribou, or any wild 
game for the matter of that, that I had ever seen. 
Unfortunately, there was no stag of killable age 
in the party, which consisted of three hinds and 
a pricket stag. After watching them through 
my glasses for a quarter of an hour, to make 
certain that no stag was hidden amongst the 
trees, we carefully slid down out of sight, leaving 
the party in peace, and quite unaware of our 
presence. 
We now turned away to the left, and, after 
walking a mile or more, climbed a ridge, or 
steppe, which opened to our view another large 
flat or barren. Here, again, we carefully scanned 
the land lying before us, but, seeing nothing, sat 
down to eat our lunch. I may here remark that 
when hunting in a country like this I have found 
it a fatal mistake to drink anything during the 
time one is walking—it is a case of the more 
you drink, the more you want. If you chew a 
small piece of stick, or suck a small pebble, you 
will be much fresher, and find that you can do 
without drinking well enough, if you have the 
strength of mind to resist the first or second 
temptation to do so. Reserve your thirst until 
you have had something to eat in the middle of 
the day, then drink, but sparingly. 
After a short rest and smoke, we bore away 
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