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making our way up a dark and rather swiftly-running 

 brook, where the trees rocked and moaned above our 

 heads in a manner that proved how lucky we had been 

 in getting across the lakes before the squall rose to its 

 strength. 



We had some little trouble with the unwieldy flat 

 boat on account of the current, but rowed about three 

 miles up the brook before we made our camp and 

 pitched a floored tent on the bank. This tent, though 

 heavy to carry on a journey, is very useful as a base 

 camp for which purpose it was taken as it is made in 

 one piece, and, except in the case of flood, nothing can 

 get wet inside it. During the day we had seen little 

 life, only an eagle and two red-throated divers. 



On the morning of the 23rd, having done much in 

 the way of preparation overnight, we were able to 

 break camp fairly early, and, having drawn the boat and 

 canoes from the water, we shouldered our packs, con- 

 taining bedding, tent, flour, tea and sugar for a week, 

 and " took the country." My intention was to push on 

 to Doctor's Pond, where I meant to remain and hunt 

 with Jack Wells, while the other men travelled back to 

 our base for more provisions. 



We began at once to enter upon the barrens and 

 marshes characteristic of the interior. Nowadays 

 parties are yearly pushing further into newer hunting- 

 grounds. But in the old pre-railway days Sir William 

 Kennedy with the rifle and Judge Prowse (famous as 

 the historian of Newfoundland) with the shot-gun were 

 the pioneers of Newfoundland sport. 



Our first objective was a spot called Sir William 

 Whiteway's Drogue. The way to it led us continually 

 upwards through patches of woodland and across smal 



