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waste of meat and the impossibility of taking 

 away the splendid skin. The head alone was 

 one man's load and to carry out a green skin 

 was quite impossible. 



Packing as much of the meat as we could 

 carry, we made for the camp. 



The creek flowing down the valley was 

 coming down in heavy spate and we had to 

 cross and recross it many times no easy 

 matter before we got home. 



September 10th. It was still raining. Smith 

 was feeling pretty bad, his side causing him 

 much pain, and he was, I think, beginning to 

 feel anxious about himself. My knee was 

 anything but comfortable. Neither of us were 

 up to another day in the forest, so I spent my 

 day fishing and caught about forty small cut- 

 throat trout, the biggest about 3 oz. I saw 

 one fish about 2 flb. throw himself in the lake, 

 but he would not rise when I put a fly over him ; 

 it was possibly too late in the season. This 

 lake had practically never been fished, and I 

 was much disappointed to find that the sport 

 was so poor. 



Lansdown had gone back to bring up a small 

 pack left at Keogh Lake. He returned in the 

 evening, reporting that he had come face to 

 face with a ten-pointer bull who simply looked 

 at him and walked away. 



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