OF SHOOTING AND FISHING 43 
In the morning I went over to the cabin of the 
Garde de Pare, to bid him adieu, but found him 
from home; however, as doors were not locked in 
that neighborhood, I entered and left a note of 
thanks. All were ready to start on my return, and 
as the country had dried up wonderfully since com- 
ing in, we made good time over the road on which 
there was not a single pool. When about half way 
we halted for lunch. At this place there was a 
rocky hillside, in the crevices of the rocks numbers 
of stunted blueberry bushes were growing, and 
producing a plentiful crop of fruit. Instead of 
luxuriant bushes bearing little fruit, these were 
stunted bushes with a great crop, so they supplied 
us with a very good dessert. 
We arrived at Metabetchuan in the afternoon, 
and with regret, and a determination to return for 
another moose, I bade my guides ‘‘au revoir,”’ 
and took the train for Quebec. 
I asked some people, who should be well in- 
formed on the subject, how the Quebec caribou 
heads compared with those of the same species else- 
where, and was told that nothing could be finer than 
trophies which had been obtained a little south and 
east of where we had hunted, but I have never 
seen anything so fine as those obtained by Selous 
and Milais in Newfoundland. To secure such 
prizes, however, a prolonged trip must be arranged 
to the southern part of the island, as the deer 
that make the northern part of Newfoundland 
their summer range and migrate south across the 
railway in the autumn, have been pretty well 
