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so thickly together that it would be ahnost 

 impossible to get within sight of any animal 

 that had ears to hear. 



On the following day we crossed the river 

 and hunted through the country in which I had 

 shot the stag two days before. I was deter- 

 mined to shoot the first caribou doe that I came 

 across, as the meat of the stag last shot was really 

 unfit for human food. As luck would have it, 

 we came on a single doe within a mile of camp. 

 I had no difficulty in getting close up to and 

 despatching this animal, which was in fair con- 

 dition, though not at all fat. After cleaning the 

 carcase we left it and went on to look for a stag 

 with a good head. 



The bogs were now wetter than ever, and as 

 we plodded on through the fine rain we were 

 constantly sinking up to our knees in the soft 

 spongy ground. The whole world seemed half 

 drowned, and I believe that if Noah could have 

 come to life again at this particular time and 

 place and remembered his former experiences 

 upon earth, he would at once have commenced 

 to build another ark. 



