The Journal of a Sporting Nomad 
fasting just as it was getting light, thus making 
a very early start, the more necessary as the 
days now were all too short, and we con- 
templated going far beyond where Johnny and 
I had seen the hinds on the previous day— 
farther to the eastward. 
My feet were most tender, owing to being 
unaccustomed to wearing mocassins, but I had 
bathed them in a strong solution of salt and 
water, which I trusted would harden them. To 
make things worse, I hit the toes of my right foot 
against the stub of a tree, which hurt much, and 
for a time made me go slowly. 
We saw lots of willow grouse. They do not 
mind human beings in the very least, and sit on 
the low scrub until you approach them closely, 
when they may rise and fly off thirty or forty 
yards. I killed three by shooting their heads off 
with a bullet each, as I had no shot-gun with 
me. They made most excellent stew, and we 
had them roasted over the fire to take out with 
us for lunch on the barrens. 
We went over practically the same trail as 
on the previous day, but had no luck at all, 
until we had passed the spot where the hinds 
and pricket had been seen. Then we entered 
and crossed a deep gulch, ascending the farther 
side, and had not gone more than half a mile 
when Pat saw a stag standing on the side of a 
hill, about five hundred yards off. He was feed- 
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