208 SPORT IN NEWFOUNDLAND 



and the camp was soon all that could be 

 desired in the way of comfort. 



About 4 o'clock we took the canoe and 

 went east about a mile, passing another brook 

 quite as big as that running from Kaegudeck 

 and which takes its rise in Shoe Hill Lake. 

 Landing, we went up to a look-out hill about 

 half-a-mile away, from which we had a splendid 

 view of the country to the east. 



The ground, rugged and intersected with 

 small watercourses, rose gradually to a ridge 

 about three miles away, beyond which, Steve 

 said, lay an open plain leading on to Shoe Hill 

 Ridge. The hills looked about 400 feet high 

 and from our look-out we could spy the entire 

 face for some miles; to the south-east lay 

 Square Box Hill crowning the ridge. There 

 were many clumps of timber lining the sides of 

 the watercourses and numerous small ponds 

 lay in the hollows. 



It looked an ideal caribou country, over which 

 later on in the season all the caribou from the 

 south and west cross to gain the barrens. 



Many well-worn caribou tracks led upwards. 

 It was a lovely evening. We could look over 

 Sandy Pond with its wooded islands and its 

 forest-clothed shores standing out dark against 

 the setting sun and reflected in the placid 

 waters of the lake. Just as the sun went down 



