Newfoundland 



presently he handed me the weapon, and I peered 

 over a ridge, feeling that I could hit an apple 

 at the distance. I aimed for the centre of the 

 shoulder-blade, fired, and heard the distinct thud 

 of the bullet as it hit. 



" Good ! Good ! " screamed the Micmac, as 

 my beast rolled over, with its feet in the air. 



The head was of no account, even I could see 

 that, but we had now an abundance of fresh 

 meat, within easy distance of camp too. We 

 took a haunch each, the kidneys, and two slices 

 of the best meat on any animal, namely, that 

 which is to be found on the inside and placed 

 along, and on each side of, the backbone. Johnny 

 also annexed the skins of the two hocks, which 

 he afterwards made into green mocassins, hair 

 side out, sewing them with sinews taken from the 

 back and neck of the beast I had just killed. 



It was dark when we got back to the river, 

 and Pat came across the logs to give me a hand 

 over. They had heard the last shot fired, so 

 knew we were not far off, and had prepared tea 

 and frying-pan bread, to which we added some 

 fresh caribou steak. 



Pat was very sympathetic whilst I yarned 

 after supper, and tried to make my shocking 

 shooting better than it was, and comforted me 

 with a cheery " Never mind ! Better luck to- 

 morrow. I will come out with you." 



Next morning Pat and I were up and break- 



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