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A fine-looking deer country to the right of Shoal Lake 

 tempted us to put in a day there, and I ascended to the 

 top of a hill, from whence a splendid view was obtained 

 north as far as Cormack, east to Burnt Hill, and south to 

 Mount Bradshaw over Round Lake. Away to the west we 

 could see the White Mountains and great area of unknown 

 land as yet unmapped, and unvisited even by Indians. 

 McGaw ascended another ridge, and did some mapping. 

 We saw numbers of female and small caribou, but no stags, 

 these being still hidden in the dense woods. 



The following day we continued our journey up stream, 

 the river becoming more and more difificult as we proceeded. 

 Shallow succeeded shallow until we reached a point known 

 as Dead Man's Rapids, where it was necessary to portage 

 everything for half a mile. Whilst McGaw and I walked 

 ahead, a fine stag broke out of the woods close to Sandy 

 Butt, and another was observed making across the river 

 when we stopped for lunch. For this one I ran hard, 

 trying to cut him off, but he rounded a bend out of sight 

 at 400 yards before I could get my rifle to work. At 3 p.m. 

 we reached a small unmarked lake which was so shallow that 

 we could only crawl along. Then ensued another steady, 

 and then a series of the worst rapids we had encountered. 

 In fact, it was impossible to get the canoes through them, 

 and so we carried round through the woods, finding ourselves 

 at Pipestone Lake at five o'clock. 



Here the country was all burnt, and swarming with doe 

 caribou. Wherever we looked there were little parties dotted 

 about. We stalked two lots in the hope of finding a stag 

 for McGaw, but without success. One small party seemed 

 to be lost in a brown study on the shores of the lake, so 

 we thought we would have some fun with them, as the 



