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we would get many better heads. We had 

 almost determined to leave him, when I thought 

 after all here was a certainty, so resting my 

 rifle in the branch of a tree in front of me, I 

 shot him through the neck. It was rather 

 murder, for no skill either in the stalk or shot 

 was necessary. However, he knew nothing, 

 but rolled over stone dead. When we got up 

 to him we could only make out twenty-nine 

 points, but the head was quite a pretty one. 

 The body was very big, but not in good 

 condition. 



Calling up the men, we soon had the head and 

 meat down to the canoes and boiled the kettle 

 before starting on. We now had enough meat 

 for some days, though it is astonishing what a 

 quantity of meat an Indian can get through; 

 so we could afford to look for that extra good 

 head — which as it happened we never came 

 across. 



We went on through some shallow and very 

 rocky steadies, and after about a mile came to 

 the last portage into Sandy Pond or Jubilee 

 Lake. We had to carry the canoes over this 

 and were soon crossing to the north shore of 

 Sandy Pond, where we were to make our per- 

 manent camp. There was a fine following 

 wind which helped us along, and by sunset we 

 had covered the four miles of lake and arrived 



