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spent only two days on the Shoe Hill Ridge and 

 got two good stags. 



Steve now regretted that we had not gone 

 back by the Terra Nova river and lake. He 

 said we could have shot every rapid without 

 unloading and would have reached St. John's 

 much quicker than by going back to Belleoram. 

 With a gale of wind behind us, but no rain, we 

 made good time. The two-mile brook was in 

 heavy flood and we poled the canoe up and 

 reached the old camp on Hungry Grove Pond 

 by 11. 



Here I left all the provisions that were left 

 over, the fly for the men and the kit I was 

 giving them as a present, and we started for a 

 fifteen-mile tramp to Ryan's at 11.45. 



The ground was saturated and we only 

 reached the top of the hill above Ryan's at 

 dark. It was awful going down the hill in the 

 dark, and the men fell with their packs more 

 than once. We simply waded and stumbled 

 along till we saw the welcome lights of the 

 house at 7.30 p.m. — a real hard day's work. 

 I shot five grouse on the way. By the aneroid 

 the top of the six-mile hill was 800 feet above 

 the sea-level at Ryan's. 



Ryan was away, but I received a hearty 

 welcome from his niece. The question now 

 was what was to be done ? There was no 



