THE JOURNALOFA 
SPORTING NOMAD 
CHAPTER I 
Newfoundland—Caribou 
The strong life that never knows harness ; 
The wilds where the caribou call ; 
The freshness, the freedom, the farness— 
O God! how I’m stuck on it all.—R. W. Service. 
EWFOUNDLAND was the scene of 
my first big-game hunting expedition 
—after caribou. Being quite in- 
experienced, I bought a heterogeneous collection 
of supplies from one of the stores in St. John’s, 
the capital of the country, where, to use a col- 
loquialism, you could purchase anything from a 
needle to an anchor. 
My next move was to engage an Irishman, 
said to know well the part where I proposed to 
hunt, and he assisted me materially in getting 
the outfit together, and also in preventing 
my taking along a medley of utterly useless 
things. 
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