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To return to the day's hunt the writer saw sixteen, 

 killed a fine fat barren doe and wounded a young 

 stag ; Kep killed a fine doe and the Kid killed a fail- 

 stag, with a good set of antlers, at a single shot 

 which was, by the way, the first member of the deer 

 family he had ever shot at. They reported having 

 seen twelve in all. 



All hands were in camp by 3 P. M., and it is need- 

 less to say that thereafter fresh meat was plenty in 

 camp, and the natives were "scanning," some for their 

 winter's meat, which they took out with their dog 

 sledges after the snow came and the streams and lakes 

 were frozen over. 



It might be well to state here that the middle of 

 October is about the height of the rutting season, and 

 the old stags are not fit for food, their flesh being so 

 musky that it is impossible to use it. 



Friday, October 19th. Thermometer 35 ; threatening. 

 LeBuiFe and the writer hunted west to what is known 

 as Hamah's Lookout, two and a-half miles. We 

 sighted but eight deer, and on our return to camp I 

 shot a fine doe. Kep and Jimmy Goodyear (or, as 

 he will be known hereafter, "Indian Jim") went still 

 farther west, two and a-half miles, to what is called 

 " Grandfather's Lookout." 



The Kid remained in camp and paid some atten- 



