210 SPORT INDEED 



After viewing the caribou over and over, turning 

 him this way and that to see in which position he 

 would look best, we carried him to the camp and hung 

 him up by his haunches, in company with a bunch of 

 partridges and ducks and a string of trout. Then we 

 stood a little way off and pelted him with an amount 

 of admiration that even a dead caribou ought to feel 

 proud of. 



But admiration like everything else must have an 

 end, and after we had finished admiring him, we went 

 to work to skin and quarter him. We did the job, but 

 it was with some reluctance and a little sorrow. Our 

 consolation lay in the preservation of his feet and 

 head, and these we saved in good shape for mount- 

 ing. 



Perhaps the reader may feel interested in knowing 

 that this caribou head now helps to adorn a room to- 

 gether with other like trophies beautiful deer heads 

 with polished antlers, the heads of granddaddy cari- 

 bou-bulls, and gigantic moose. All are precious, but 

 the collection holds none that we prize more highly, or 

 with which we would part more reluctantly, than the 

 head of the little spike-horn bull of Eagle Lake. 



