Newfoundland 
presently he handed me the weapon, and I peered 
over a ridge, feeling that I could hit an apple 
at the distance. I aimed for the centre of the 
shoulder-blade, fired, and heard the distinct thud 
of the bullet as it hit. 
**Good! Good!” screamed the Micmac, as 
my beast rolled over, with its feet in the air. 
The head was of no account, even I could see 
that, but we had now an abundance of fresh 
meat, within easy distance of camp too. We 
took a haunch each, the kidneys, and two slices 
of the best meat on any animal, namely, that 
which is to be found on the inside and placed 
along, and on each side of, the backbone. Johnny 
also annexed the skins of the two hocks, which 
he afterwards made into green mocassins, hair 
side out, sewing them with sinews taken from the 
back and neck of the beast I had just killed. 
It was dark when we got back to the river, 
and Pat came across the logs to give me a hand 
over. They had heard the last shot fired, so 
knew we were not far off, and had prepared tea 
and frying-pan bread, to which we added some 
fresh caribou steak. 
Pat was very sympathetic whilst I yarned 
after supper, and tried to make my shocking 
shooting better than it was, and comforted me 
with a cheery “‘ Never mind! Better luck to- 
morrow. I will come out with you.” 
Next morning Pat and I were up and break- 
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