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saw the two stags we were first after, but 

 again the heads were no good. 



I heard a rustle behind me and, thinking 

 it was Steve coming up to call me to dinner, 

 turned round and saw a hind feeding beside 

 me, not five yards away. She started when she 

 saw me, but moved away quite quietly. While 

 eating our midday meal two more hinds fed 

 quietly up to within a few yards and passed 

 by without showing any signs of fear. This 

 country was certainly full of deer, but none 

 of the right sort. When we stopped for 

 dinner we were within one and a half miles of 

 the Kesoquit Droke, which is only about four 

 miles from the head-waters of the Long 

 Harbour River. From a small hillock we 

 could see the entire country and the hills over 

 Long Harbour, while away to the east was the 

 conical hill known as the " Tolt." The ground 

 looked very much the same as far as the eye 

 could reach and should be a grand hunting 

 country in October. We could also see the 

 waters of the Maelpeg Lake, about three miles 

 away. Returning to camp, we saw a black 

 fox in the distance, which made Steve's mouth 

 water, as he said he could sell a good skin for 

 two hundred and forty dollars. 



Altogether the day had been a very inter- 

 esting one. We had seen seven stags and a 



