A BIG STAG. 267 



evidently with the intention of getting my 

 wind. 



As soon as I could get a clear shot at the 

 stag, I fired with the two hundred yards' sight 

 up, and heard the bullet tell. He only ran 

 about one hundred yards and then fell dead. 

 My bullet had struck him just behind the 

 shoulder and gone right through him a little 

 low down, but it must have pierced his 

 heart. 



As I was walking up to him another small 

 herd of caribou accompanied by a big old stag 

 came trotting into view, and presently passed 

 within two hundred yards of me. The stag 

 was a big old fellow, and I think I ought to 

 have shot him, as I might very easily have done, 

 as his horns, though not very long, were finely 

 palmated on the brow and bez tines, but as his 

 head was certainly not as good as some I had 

 got in previous years, and as I had already slain 

 one fine animal, I let him go. 



The stag I had killed was a big one, but he 

 was very much run down and stank most offen- 

 sively, the meat being almost uneatable. His 



