XIX. 



THE NEW HUNTING OF REINDEER 

 WHEN I ATE THE CAKE AND 

 HAD IT TOO 



HROUGH blood one 

 may come to the light. 

 Nations have too often 

 shown us this imper- 

 fect way. Although 

 never an enthusiastic 

 murderer of animals, I, as already 

 confessed, had not been proof against 

 the temptation to secure a trophy 

 "big head"; yet may I claim the 

 grace of moderation in the face of 

 unusual opportunity. Out of nine 

 hundred and eighty-three deer 

 counted in three weeks in the Flat- 



