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were quite plentiful in Maine, once during the winter, 

 when the lakes were frozen nearly solid, a herd of cari- 

 bou was discovered upon a lake, and a man who had a 

 pair of imported greyhounds put them on the chase of 

 these fleet-footed members of the reindeer tribe. The 

 story goes that the caribou paid little attention to the 

 greyhounds at first, but when they let themselves out 

 they went so fast that the hounds seemed to be only 

 walking, alongside of them in their running. And the 

 dogs gave up very soon, looking disheartened and much 

 crestfallen. 



This portage, which we crossed, is perhaps eighty 

 feet wide and is grown up with hackmatack bushes, 

 alders and wild cranberry vines. It must have been a 

 paradise for game at one time, although now there are 

 few signs of any sort of game upon it. 



A monster hawk flew ahead of us nearly all the way, 

 alighting occasionally upon a high tree and waiting 

 until we were nearly up to it, then flying ahead again. 



It was undoubtedly looking for something for dinner, 

 perhaps a young partridge was its cherished wish, or it 

 might have been a half-grown rabbit. Either of them, 

 no doubt, would have been welcome. 



When our walk was finished we entered a canoe on 

 the waters of the Big Southwest Miramichi Lake, on 

 the other side of which was Henry's " home camp," the 

 objective point of our trip and forty-five miles from 

 the railroad. 



