NEAR MIDDLE RIDGE. rig 



be worth the consideration of those in power in our oldest 

 colony. 



Late that same afternoon, as we were bound for camp 

 by way of the head of Island Pond, we saw a good-sized 

 stag, which we did not disturb, and not long afterwards 

 we heard some deer moving in the water. Creeping down, 

 we soon came in sight of two does, one with a maimed 

 shoulder, and a stag. The stag, though partially hidden 

 by the trees, seemed to show a fine head, and we spent 

 the better part of half an hour trying to get a good view 

 of him. The stalking of that stag has, for some reason, 

 always stood out prominently among my memories of 

 Newfoundland. The does, and more especially the maimed 

 doe, were extremely watchful, so much so that we had a 

 good deal of trouble to get within two hundred yards. At 

 that range I took a careful look at the stag with my tele- 

 scope, and made out that he carried good tops and bays 

 and one very large brow. 



I was, however, particularly keen just then to kill a 

 stag with two equally-developed brow antlers. At the 

 distance it was impossible to see whether the big fellow 

 carried one or two, so I decided to try for a nearer view. 

 Since he had left the shelter of the jumpers, where I first 

 saw him, he had been standing quite still, but no sooner 

 had I crawled well out into the open than he began to 

 feed, moving as he did so. In this way I must have stalked 

 him for quite two hundred yards, until I noticed that he 

 was appreciably increasing the distance between us. The 

 does, who had also become invisible for a time, now fed 

 out on to the ground which separated me from the stag. 

 At length I gained the cover of a dwarfed spruce, and, 

 after lying there for some minutes, was relieved to find 

 that the does were moving away at right angles ; the stag 

 did not seem to notice their departure, but remained at 

 the edge of the lake. Taking advantage of this, I crept 



