HUNGRY GROVE TO SANDY POND 211 



being tied down to time on any hunting trip ; 

 a week extra might have made all the difference 

 in my sport, but steamers did not fit in, and I 

 was bound to be in New York to sail for home 

 on October 8th. 



We had a splendid view of the entire country 

 from the look-out hill on the top of the ridge. 

 To the north lay Mount Sylvester about four 

 hours' march away; to the north-west Lake 

 Kaegudeck, buried in dense woods; behind 

 Kaegudeck lay the hills over the Gander. To 

 the east the view was bounded by Shoe Hill 

 Ridge with its droke standing up against the 

 clear sky. To the west was the country we 

 had just come through sloping down to Sandy 

 Pond, while far behind to the west lay Kepskaig 

 Hill, which we were to visit later on. After 

 spending some time spying the entire country, 

 we boiled the kettle, had lunch and strolled 

 leisurely down to the lake. Meanwhile the 

 placid lake of the morning had changed and 

 the south-west wind, now blowing half a gale, 

 was rolling up big breakers on the shore. We 

 had sent the canoe home in the morning and it 

 was too rough for Joe to fetch us, so we went 

 back to the look-out of the first evening and 

 spied the whole country till dark. We saw 

 two stags up on the sky-line near Square Box 



Hill, but it was too late to go after them ; one 

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