364 RECENT HUNTING TRIPS. 



On September 12tli I had a long day with 

 Thomas on the tops of the mountains — which 

 were now covered with new-fallen snow. A 

 cold piercing wind was blowing over the high 

 open ground. We soon saw a small herd of 

 seven caribou (does and fawns with one young 

 stag). When we first saw them they were 

 feeding towards us, so thinking there might be 

 a big stag behind we squatted down. 



They came up quite near us before getting 

 our wind, when they at once ran off. 



After this we saw nothing more for a long 

 time, but early in the afternoon, as I was 

 walking a little in advance of Thomas, I 

 suddenly saw first the horns and then the 

 great white neck of a caribou stag appearing 

 from behind the shoulder of a hill a few 

 hundred yards in front of me. 



Squatting down at once, I soon witnessed a 

 sight which will long live in my memory. 



One after another four magnificent old 

 caribou stags walked slowlv one behind the 

 other into full view on the open ground in 

 front of us. 



