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south-west and there had killed nineteen deer and two 

 black bears. He further said that we could reach another 

 lake on the same chain by travelling up Jack's Brook, a 

 stream which flows into the inlet from the north ; also, 

 that by taking this route I should include in my hunting- 

 ground the large sand-ridges which trend inland in that 

 neighbourhood. Were I to go to Labrador again, I should 

 follow a different route, and would, I think, run every chance 

 of reaching the main herd of so-called Barrenland caribou. 

 This herd is on the George River in August, and during 

 that month enters the isolated timber, working out to 

 the coast in the following November. 



Thus the herd spends its year half in the woodlands 

 and half upon the barrens, and for that reason it would 

 seem as if the name Barrenland caribou is a misnomer. 

 The animals are smaller than their Newfoundland colla- 

 terals, and carry fine antlers ; one in my possession measures 

 fifty-six inches in length, and another carries a pair of 

 brow-antlers always rare in the caribou and counts 

 forty-five points. These two heads were shot I believe by 

 Eskimo from the herd which reaches the coast in the 

 neighbourhood of Davis Inlet. 



It only remained to follow Broomfield's counsel and try 

 our luck at Jack's Brook, in the hope of finding a stag that 

 had summered upon one of the sandy ridges. According to 

 Sam, some ten or fifteen years earlier a few deer were always 

 to be found on the edges of the high bare upland which 

 stretches from within a mile of his house right into the in- 

 terior of the peninsula of Labrador. In winter the Broom- 

 fields, father and son, make long trapping expeditions by 

 komatik through this country, but for many years it has been 

 left in peace by the Eskimo, who now hunt only in the spring. 

 It was eleven years, Broomfield said, since he had killed a 

 deer in the summer or early fall, and it was upon this rather 

 hopeless information that Jack Wells and I rowed down the 



