CARIBOU SHOOTING IN NEWFOUNDLAND. 



'Here he comes!' was shouted by all. Bang! went 

 the Doctor's gun, and down went the stag; but up 

 again in an instant and under way with the rest of 

 the herd. Bang ! again went the rifle, and down he 

 went promptly as before ; but full of game, the noble 

 animal struggled to his feet, but only had time to 

 make a few wicked jumps when the Doctor hit him 

 the third time, the ball passing through his spine. 

 All present agreed that it was the finest exhibition of 

 rifle marksmanship in the field they had ever seen, 

 and congratulations were the order of the day." 



We secured the beautiful head of the "Exhibition 

 Stag," and took up our line of march for camp, where 

 we arrived in good shape before night, well satisfied 

 with our trip to Grandfather's Lookout. 



Tuesday, October 30th. Thermometer 25; windy. 

 To-day all hands busy skinning out heads and get- 

 ting them ready for transportation. Sent two car- 

 riers out to head of West Pond with heavy loads of 

 heads, antlers and head skins, topped off with such 

 articles of household and kitchen furniture as we 

 could spare. These faithful men left camp with their 

 heavy loads about sunrise, and returned to camp just 

 at dark the same day. 



Wednesday, October 31st. Thermometer 32; clear. 

 All busy taking care of our trophies. No hunting 



