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north, a mile away, and from which we could 

 command all the open ground near the lake 

 and the numerous glades and marshes lying 

 around us. Our only chance was to see a stag 

 coming out to feed about sunset. 



The country was undulating, and on the 

 north side of the lake gradually rose to hills 

 about 200 feet high. Dense woods clothed 

 the ravines running up to the higher ground, 

 while between the woods and the surrounding 

 numerous small ponds were fairly open glades 

 interspersed with marshes. The track worn 

 by the feet of many caribou and cleared in 

 parts by Steve, who trapped this country in 

 the winter, was quite good going and we were 

 on the top of our hill long before sunset. The 

 view was a fine one ; as we looked right over the 

 entire lake and away to the south we could see 

 the river winding down through the woods to 

 Lake Koskacodde, only about four miles away 

 as the crow flies. Koskacodde is the Indian 

 for the Mackle bird, or Little Gull Pond. 



On our way up we saw the first sign of a stag 

 cleaning his antlers, and the fresh rubbing 

 showed that he had been on the ground quite 

 recently. 



Having spied the entire country on both 

 sides and nothing being in sight, we decided to 

 return to camp. About half-a-mile from camp 



