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shots such as seldom occur. On getting back 

 to camp John reported having seen a small 

 stag crossing the end of the lake, so at least 

 there were plenty of caribou in the country, 

 though unfortunately no big heads. 



In the afternoon the light breeze dropped 

 to a dead calm, so starting at 2.30 we made for 

 the far west end of the lake, about five miles 

 away, where a long steady ran up for about 

 three miles, and which Steve said was a good 

 country for deer. Landing a few hundred 

 yards up the steady, we made for the top of a 

 ridge about a hundred feet high, up which led 

 one of the deepest deer tracks I had yet seen. 

 It was at least two feet deep, cut right into the 

 side of the hill, and there were fresh signs 

 everywhere. Unfortunately it was one of 

 those dead calm evenings when the stags come 

 out very late, and as we were a good way from 

 camp we could only wait till just after sunset, 

 and saw nothing. On our way home just at 

 the mouth of the steady we saw a barren hind 

 standing in the water. As we wanted meat I 

 sent Steve ashore with the rook rifle to get her, 

 which he did after bungling one or two shots. 

 As we were getting the carcass into the canoe, 

 out came another hind, and just behind her a 

 small stag, on the point we had just left, but 

 the head was no good. We got to camp well 



