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till they came on to the barrens near Shoe Hill 

 Ridge, where they could only stay for two days, 

 during which they secured two good stags. 



The morning of September 2nd was exquisite, 

 all the clouds of yesterday had cleared away and 

 a bright sun was shining in a cloudless sky. I 

 had passed rather a bad night coughing, owing 

 to the chill caught the day before, but in the 

 climate of Newfoundland one never felt ill. 



After an early breakfast we started off in 

 the big canoe to explore the shores of the lake 

 and look for signs. Stags we could not expect 

 to see, for they were bound to be in the woods, 

 and the whole of the northern shore of Sandy 

 Pond is densely wooded. About a mile west 

 of the camp was the brook connecting Sandy 

 Pond with the large lake of Kaegudeck to the 

 north. Here, I thought, must be the ideal spot 

 for trout, but though I fished for an hour I 

 never got a rise. The brook is only about ten 

 yards wide and quite unnavigable for canoes. 



We found plenty of fresh marks of deer on 

 the sandy beaches of the lake, but saw nothing. 



Returning to camp we pottered around 

 getting the camp shipshape — including the 

 making of my patent bed, which was a tre- 

 mendous success. Poles for hanging clothes, 

 rests for rifles and fishing-rods, shelves in my 

 tent, and even tables were run up by the men, 



