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looked a heavy beast. The wind went down 

 with the setting sun and Joe was able to come 

 across for us, but the lake was still too rough for 

 fishing. 



On September 4th the glass had fallen badly, 

 a gale was blowing and heavy rain clouds were 

 coming up from the south-west. Notwith- 

 standing the prospect of bad weather we 

 decided to go up to Square Box Hill and have 

 a look for the stag we had seen the previous 

 evening. It was a five miles' walk, up hill the 

 whole way, but the ascent was gradual. We 

 had just reached the top of the ridge within 

 about half-a-mile of the hill when the rain 

 came down in sheets. Spying was impossible, 

 so we took shelter in a droke, lit a good fire, 

 boiled the kettle and had lunch. We waited 

 till about two o'clock, but there was no sign of 

 clearing, so we plodded back to camp, getting 

 well soaked through. Just as we got to camp 

 the rain cleared off, and after a change of cloth- 

 ing we started to fish about five o'clock. We 

 picked up five nice fish, all on the minnow — 

 one about 2 lib. Just at dusk a doe came 

 swimming out from one of the islands as if to 

 have a look at us. Meat was not over abundant 

 in camp, so I gave Steve permission to shoot her 

 with the rook rifle. Steve rather prided him- 

 self on being a good shot, but he was shooting 



