230 SPORT IN NEWFOUNDLAND 



after dark, but it was a lovely, calm night 

 without a ripple on the lake. 



September 9th. We were up at daybreak 

 and across the lake to spy the ground where 

 we had seen the three stags yesterday. Nothing 

 was in sight, but we saw for a moment one 

 stag behind our camp on the high open ground ; 

 he was just disappearing into a small droke, so 

 we could not make out the head. However, 

 we went after him, but when we had crossed the 

 pond and got up to where he had disappeared, 

 there was nothing in sight, so we decided to 

 get back to camp and move on if possible. 

 Just as we reached the camp, looking back for 

 a moment I saw him on the sky-line about a 

 quarter of a mile away, but, getting the glass 

 on, I found the head was no good. As we were 

 making for camp we saw another stag on the 

 shore where we had landed in the morning, 

 but he was like all the rest, unshootable. He 

 both got our wind and saw us and went off at a 

 real gallop instead of the ordinary long slinging 

 trot. 



We certainly had seen plenty of stags, but 

 as luck would have it not one good head. All 

 the country round Koskacodde was very good 

 for deer. We had been extraordinarily lucky 

 so far in our weather, the " mishes " were all 

 dry but rather fatiguing going, just like walking 



