Newfoundland 
ing quite leisurely, and seemed to be in an ex- 
cellent place for a stalk. 
The hill on which he stood faced another 
gulch, running at right angles to the one we 
had recently crossed, and the wind was blowing 
directly from the beast to us; but as he was some 
way to our right, we trusted to being able to 
work round and approach him from the brow 
of the hill. When we arrived at the top of the 
rise we could not see the caribou anywhere. 
Pat said he must have lain down, as is the habit 
of these animals, between ten and twelve of a 
morning, after feeding. We knew that we were 
within two hundred yards of the place where we 
had last seen him, but were afraid to commence 
the descent of the hill lest we should startle our 
quarry without getting the chance of a shot. So 
we waited, searching every yard of the ground 
below us with the glasses. 
Suddenly Pat caught my arm—we were lying 
flat on our faces hidden behind some dwarf tuck 
bush—and pointed and whispered to me to look 
about forty yards to our left, where he had seen 
the tip of a moving horn. I could see no horns, 
nor anything approaching a horn. Pat whispered 
again that he would whistle gently once whilst I 
threw a cartridge into the chamber of my rifle 
and prepared to fire the instant the caribou 
should rise to his feet. 
A short, sharp whistle broke the silence—but 
23 
