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mass of Burnt Hill, and we flung ourselves wearily against 

 some rocks for one of the usual " spells." Presently all rose 

 to refresh on the delicious blueberries which were nearly as 

 large as cherries, except Martin, who was too weary to crawl. 

 As I turned to speak to him and point out a place where I 

 thought we should camp for the night, he slowly raised one 

 red finger and, pointing to the summit of the mountain, said, 

 " I see fox." 



It seemed that Martin had made a wonderful "spy," for 

 to see a fox crawling along the mountain 700 feet above was 

 little short of miraculous. The telescope, however, revealed 

 a large doe caribou, and as I was about to take it from my 

 eye it revealed another beast in the form of a large stag 

 feeding about 100 yards below. We must have meat, but 

 oh ! that hill, when you have tramped twenty miles and are 

 feeling tired, and twenty miles in Newfoundland is pretty 

 stiff work. 



Joe released from his pack was like a greyhound slipped 

 from the leash, and the way he raced up Burnt Hill was a 

 sight to see. I set my teeth, and followed him as fast as I 

 could, but after a bit I slowed down and let him go on, for 

 I knew he could not kill the stag with his axe. By-and-by 

 we came within view of the highest ridge, and caution being 

 necessary, Joe proceeded to behave himself with reason, and 

 allowed me to search the ground with the glass. There was 

 the doe, but the stag we could not see for a long time, but 

 suspecting that he had fed on, we gained the crest and crept 

 onwards. A bush in movement at first attracted our atten- 

 tion, and then the stag's horns came into view above it on 

 the same level as ourselves. Consequently I decided to get 

 above our quarry at the risk of moving the doe, which was 

 now in full view. A short crawl brought me within 200 



