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tion within shot of them, he knocked over four of 

 them with a round from his four-barreled rifle ; the 

 survivor then stood snuffing his dead companions 

 until Kennedy had time to load one barrel, and to 

 consummate this unparalleled sporting feat by pol- 

 ishing him off likewise. 



Another time we broke one of the fore feet of an 

 old fat stag from an unseen ambush ; his compan- 

 ions ran away, and the wounded deer, after making 

 some attempts to follow them, which the softness 

 of the ground and his own corpulence prevented 

 him from doing, looked about him a little, and 

 then, seeing nothing, he actually began to graze on 

 his three remaining legs as if nothing had happen- 

 ed of sufficient consequence to keep him from his 

 dinner ! 



On the 26th, we again started at four in the 

 morning in both boats, to make an expedition to 

 the head of Stour Fiord, distant about seventeen 

 miles, with the view of laying in a farther supply 

 of deer. We first ran about six or seven miles 

 under sail, with a fine breeze and smooth water ; 

 and then, the fiord making an abrupt turn to the 

 east,* we were obliged to take to the oars, and 

 after six hours of hard pulling against both wind 

 and tide, we reached the embouchure of an exten- 

 sive flattish valley, which I knew to be one of the 

 best places in the country for deer. Here we left 



* It is erroneously marked in the charts as if it continued 

 straight north. , 



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