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regards heads. This was the seventh day away 

 from the main camp, and we had seen fourteen 

 stags. I cannot help thinking it was a bad 

 year for heads, or surely we should have seen 

 something better. 



I sent Steve out early on the morning of 

 the 13th to spy, but he came back and reported 

 nothing in sight. 



We got away about 9.30, and with a favour- 

 able wind were soon passing our old camp on 

 Koskacodde. 



Joe had been uneasy about us, or lonely, and 

 we met him tramping down the river, and, 

 incidentally, disturbing the whole country. 

 He reported a stag (of course a colossal one) 

 which had passed quite close to our old camp. 

 It was lucky no gun was left behind, for he most 

 certainly would have had a shot. 



About dinner-time we reached a small lake 

 from which the river ran out in a sluggish 

 stream. Steve said it was a favourite spot 

 for trout and suggested I should try it while 

 lunch was being got ready. There was a deep 

 hole just above the stream and a light wind 

 was rippling the water. The trout was there 

 in numbers and greedy for the fly. At every 

 cast I rose one or two, and in an hour and a 

 half I had forty trout weighing 19J lb., the 

 biggest about 2 Ib. I lost one which must have 



