252 SPORT IN NEWFOUNDLAND 



Looking down into the valley, we saw a good 

 stag as regards body and two smaller ones. 

 The head was a pretty open one, but the middles 

 and frontals were poor, so we left him alone. 

 I picked up a single horn with eighteen good 

 points close by. We saw two more stags a 

 long way off and went after them, but the 

 distance was much greater than I thought. 

 On our way we saw another small stag come 

 out of a droke and walk quietly up a slight 

 rise, where he was joined by a still smaller 

 one from the far side of the ridge. Neither had 

 shootable heads. They both went in for what 

 Steve called their " standing sleep," stuck 

 their legs out and remained perfectly motion- 

 less with the head drooping till it almost 

 touched the ground; occasionally they woke 

 up with a start, but were soon sound asleep 

 again. It was a most comical sight and 

 lasted for about a quarter of an hour. I 

 crawled up within about sixty yards without 

 any difficulty and could easily have shot them 

 both. The little stag woke up first, but it was 

 not till we showed ourselves that the bigger 

 stag moved away in a most dignified manner, 

 giving two or three most beautiful chances 

 before he went out of sight. 



While Steve was boiling the kettle I went 

 on to a little hillock to spy the ground, and 



