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heads worth shooting. On 30th September I moved camp 

 to Serpentine Hill, and on the following day killed two fine 

 stags, one of which carried a very pretty head. 



Serpentine Hill or Hills are a long chain of rocky hills 

 about ten miles long on the south bank of the Gander. They 

 are only slightly wooded, and afford a magnificent view of 

 the whole of the sparsely wooded flats and smaller sandy 

 hills on the north bank. By ascending a short distance you 

 can see deer moving anywhere within a radius of two miles, 

 and so the position of a camp in such a spot is simply ideal. 

 At daybreak Joe had gone to spy, and awoke me with the 

 news that a stag with very good horns was feeding about 

 a mile away on the other side of the river. I jumped out 

 of bed, pulled on my boots, and we ran to the canoe quickly 

 and crossed the river. Here we found ourselves in a large 

 swamp, which extended for a mile to the hard ground and 

 forest, where the stag had been spied. Through the marsh 

 we continued to run until I suddenly felt quite exhausted 

 and unable to proceed farther. It had not occurred to me 

 that a cup of tea and a few biscuits would have been a 

 good thing on which to commence the day, and now I felt 

 faint and almost unable to proceed. We crawled on slowly 

 for a few hundred yards, and then Joe pointed out the 

 " open," where he had seen the stag with two does. After 

 waiting a few minutes one of the does came into view, so 

 we sat down, expecting to see his lordship at any moment. 

 Since he did not appear, I sent Joe to climb a tree to my 

 left, and lay down to rest and await eventualities. Joe 

 had hardly left me when I saw both the stag and the other 

 doe come through the short timber to my right. I there- 

 fore recalled the Indian and worked into a good shooting 

 position. The stag was a small one, but seemed to carry 

 nicely-shaped antlers, so, when he passed across my front 



