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piling up for heavy rain, and the glass was 

 falling rapidly. We were lucky to have got 

 across, for the wind was now too high to have 

 attempted the lake. We were in a good, dry 

 camp, plenty of fish assured, and we could afford 

 to ignore the weather. 



Kepskaig was a short and somewhat narrow 

 lake, not more than one and a half miles long ; 

 from it two steadies led out into Meddonagonax 

 Lake. The shores were thickly wooded, but 

 at the far end were some fairly open marshes 

 with two good look-out hills, from which we 

 could spy the entire country. 



We started about 4.30 for the far end of the 

 lake, but landed half-way to spy the shores for 

 any feeding stag that might come out. We 

 soon saw a stag with a good-looking head 

 feeding on the shore opposite to us, and were 

 just about to start after him when Steve saw 

 another stag feeding across one of the marshes 

 at the far end of the lake. The tops of the 

 horns looked very good, so we decided to go 

 after him first. Pushing on in the canoe to 

 the end of the lake, we were soon on the top of 

 one of the small hills, and could see him feeding 

 on towards us and moving very quickly. The 

 glass showed that though he had good tops, 

 both middles and frontals were very poor, so 

 we decided to leave him and go back to the 



