78 RECENT HUNTING TRIPS. 



yards from me. So I killed one of tliem with 

 a, bullet through the lungs — the first shot I had 

 fired at a caribou. 



On the following day I shot another — a stag 

 with too poor a head to keep— out of a herd of 

 six which trotted past our tent just after my 

 return to camp late in the afternoon. I gave 

 this animal to the man with the sealing gun, 

 who had just killed a young stag out of the 

 same herd. He was delighted to get two whole 

 carcases, and took them off home that evening 

 on the slow train which runs over the line daily 

 from St. John's to Port-aux-Basques. This train 

 is called the " accommodation train," and it 

 fully deserves the appellation. It travels slowly, 

 time is of no object to it, and on being hailed 

 will obligingly stop anywhere, independently 

 of stations, and take up passengers or deer 

 carcases. 



On the evening of October 31st, Stroud and 

 I came home along the railway and took caref id 

 note of the tracks that had crossed the line 

 since the snow feU. The snow had now been 

 lying a foot deep on the ground for two days, 



