THE CARIBOU. 189 



"We are quite three miles yet from the caribous, but 

 their hearing is so fine that they woukl be sure to 

 hear your shot and off they woukl go. Down, Jack, 

 down!" cried Mr. Howard to a magnificent hound. 

 " See, he has found the scent." 



The furtlier we advanced the more distinct became 

 the traces. Jack was held in leash. Monai marched 

 first, and we followed in silence. Jack thrusting his 

 nose into the fumets of the deer. The good dog 

 foamed at the mouth, and his eyes were nearly 

 starting out of his head, but he did not utter the 

 slightest sound. Suddenly Monai threw himself on 

 the ground, and Mr. Howard followed his example. 

 I remained standing, but a rap across the shins from 

 the barrel of my friend's rifle soon made me i^lace 

 myself at his side. I was going to ask the meaning 

 of this, when, on raising my head, I could see 

 within two hundred yards of us a stag and six deer, 

 crouched upon the snow, and in all probability 

 asleep. In spite of Mr. Howard's warning, I raised 

 my rifle, and was just about to fire, when another 

 rap recalled me to my senses. Mr. Howard got up 

 presently, and by gliding from tree to tree, and 

 from bush to bush, tried to get closer to the herd, 

 whilst Monai and I remained motionless spectators 

 of a sight which every sportsman will appreciate. 



Suddenly the herd rose up, with their necks 

 stretched out as if listening, and their eyes searching 

 the forest all around for the enemy of whom their 



