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pass over the brow of the rise, but instead, finally 

 making up my mind not to shoot, I took up a small 

 pebble and tossed it at him. It did not hit him, but in 

 that second he became another creature. His head went 

 up into the inimitable stately pose of a startled deer. 

 He stood thus for a moment, then the great one-horned 

 stag galloped ponderously over the hill. 



In the following year he had a third escape, for 

 it happened that the veteran Bob Saunders was 

 guiding a sportsman over the same country when they 

 fell in with and stalked an enormous one-horned stag. 

 Saunders wanted his sportsman to shoot it, as he 

 suggested that it had only recently dropped the second 

 horn and, by following the animal's tracks backwards, 

 they might find it. The sportsman, however, did not 

 see the matter in the same light, and so the one-horned 

 stag was once again spared. From Saunders' description 

 of its single antler I have little doubt that it was the 

 same animal which I saw in 1903 and 1904. 



This incident is interesting from one point of view, as 

 it goes some way towards proving that the caribou 

 migrates in more or less the same direction every year 

 and returns again and again to the same autumn 

 haunts. A further proof is afforded by the fact that 

 the track of an immense caribou has been seen inter- 

 mittently for several seasons near, I believe, Lake 

 Mollygojack, or at any rate in that district of the island. 

 These tracks are so remarkable that they have been 

 photographed. 



The size of a track does not, however, bear any 

 relation to the size of the antlers of the stag that makes 

 it, a fact brought prominently and disagreeably to my 

 notice on the next day when, early in the morning, we 



