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took very careful aim, and as the rifle cracked the 

 great animal made a lunge forward and fell dead. Of 

 course I felt elated, and Le Bufte put his big hand in 

 mine, congratulating me on the fine shot and the 

 beautiful trophy. 



" After skinning him, Le Buffe shouldered the head 

 and hide, and we proceeded on our way toward the 

 height of land or what is known as the Barrens. 

 When we reached 'Hanah's Lookout' we rested, and 

 left the head until our return. We were about two 

 and a-half miles west of our cabin, but there Avas still 

 a higher point about two miles distant in the direction 

 of the famous l Topsails/ which if we could reach it 

 would afford us a magnificent view of the country, 

 and put us in the very heart of the best hunting 

 grounds. We pushed on and arrived at our destina- 

 tion, " Grandfather's Lookout," about 3 P. M. It was 

 a beautiful sight as we stood on this high ledge of 

 rocks overlooking the high tableland in the heart of 

 the rolling moss covered ' White Hills.' A short dis- 

 tance westward were the three Topsail peaks, looming 

 up like great castles or icebergs in the clear atmos- 

 phere. North and south, the unique gray hills as far 

 as the eye could see, and to the eastward, we could 

 look down on the many wooded islands and small 

 lakes dotted over the great marshes, Barney's Brook, 



