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them between stones, each fearing that one might get 

 a morsel more than the other. Old Paul and the 

 squaws were gorging themselves from the contents 

 of the kettle, which contained scraps of offal scarcely 

 warmed through. We declined a very cordial in- 

 vitation to take a snack with them, on general prin- 

 ciples, and compromised the matter by furnishing 

 them with sufficient ' backy ' to fill their pipes all 

 round. On the way. up the marsh I had an oppor- 

 tunity of killing a fine two-year-old stag, but as my 

 ideas of antlers had enlarged very materially, and his 

 were small, I allowed him to go on his way undis- 

 turbed. We proceeded to the lookout, where we had 

 been but a few minutes when the " Kid " and Indian 

 Jim came round the point from the South Hills. The 

 latter had on his broad shoulders two beautiful heads. 

 'Aha! I see you have had good luck,' said I. 'Oh, 

 yes/ replied the Kid, with a beaming countenance, ' I 

 never had so much fun in all my life ! We saw fifty- 

 one caribou, and I killed four of them two big stags 

 and two fat does. ' We are the champions now, and 

 and don't you forget it, ' said Indian Jim with a satis- 

 fied look as he filled his pipe. After congratulations 

 all around, we pulled out for the cabin." 



We had a big day, as the party saw eighty-four deer 

 in all ; and as the Kid was the hero, we were obliged 



