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stag came within reach, but the weak light made it 

 impossible to make a satisfactory picture. Towards 

 noon the day warmed up, and the Caribou, after 

 crossing the river, entered the big marsh and 

 stopped there to feed and rest. At one time I could 

 count eight separate herds all within three-quarters 

 of a mile. About three hundred yards away there 

 were three large stags, and I attempted to stalk 

 them. Unfortunately I had not seen a doe that 

 evidently belonged to the party, and just before I 

 got within range, she warned the stags and off they 

 went. About three o'clock I went back to the 

 river to try my luck there, and soon found one of 

 the much used crossings. A few minutes after I 

 had hidden myself among some tall grass, a single 

 doe swam the river and landed immediately in 

 front of me ; with the bright golden light stream- 

 ing through the clouds it was very beautiful, but 

 exasperating, as it was not in good position for the 

 camera. I made an exposure and the animal 

 passed me within twenty feet without even sus- 

 pecting my presence. A few minutes later a doe 

 and a fawn landed at the same place, and I could 

 not resist the temptation to use another plate. 



To-day I tried working along the river in the 

 hopes of getting photographs of the Caribou 

 entering and leaving the water. Hiding among 

 the tall grass as I had done yesterday, I did not 

 have long to wait before a large herd appeared on 

 the opposite bank. After hesitating for a moment 

 or two, they broke through the thin sheet of ice 

 and entered the river, following closely one behind 

 the other till there were forty in the water, but 



