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was put about for the side from which we had 

 come. 



We had had no fresh meat since leaving 

 Kippewa, and the necessity for finding 

 " butcher shop," a colloquial phrase meaning 

 to kill game, was growing strong with us. 



After getting almost over, we could see two 

 deer, a buck and a doe, skirting the shore in the 

 water, feeding. They did not notice us be- 

 fore we reached within fifty yards, when the 

 buck threw up his head and looked. Then the 

 guide said " Shoot the buck "; the nimrod let 

 go with his .30-30 and the big stag made a 

 plunge over a log and died without a 

 struggle. 



We pulled him down into the canoe and 

 while we were doing so the doe was in the 

 brush at a short distance snorting and pawing, 

 making a great racket. We returned in the 

 canoe with our quarry to camp, where we 

 found Tenderfoot and Louis asleep. As soon 

 as we told them we had found " the butcher's 

 shop " they were up like a flash. The guide 

 Frank hung the deer up and had dressed it in 

 a very short time. Upon examination we 



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