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end of the line did not pan out well, as not a deer was 

 sighted ; but Kep and Le Buffe had 



A RED LETTER DAY. 



And here is the way Kep tells it: " We took a dif- 

 ferent route to reach the hills, and saw on our way up 

 quite a number of caribou, as we circled round 

 through the 'Big Marsh/ thick wooded islands and 

 small lakes, and could have killed a number of 

 them ; but nothing suited us. About noon we stopped 

 to 'bile the kittle,' and enjoy our tea, sea-biscuit and 

 cold venison as only hungry hunters in a bracing at- 

 mosphere and after a long tramp can. As we were 

 enjoying our snack, Le Buffe ever on the alert, saw a 

 very large stag alone about three-quarters of a mile 

 distant, feeding by the side of a small lake. As we 

 observed him through the glass, we discovered that 

 he had a fine head, just such as we were looking for; 

 but the great trouble was to get within gun-shot, as 

 there was little available cover, and the wind was 

 against us. We succeeded, however, in getting within 

 250 yards of him without much trouble, and then 

 crawled through the wet marsh grass about seventy- 

 five yards further. Here even the grass was absent, 

 and I was obliged to try a long shot. After recover- 

 ing my wind a little after the sneak and crawl, I 



