A Newfoundland Caribou Hunt 



He was walking leisurely back and forth, 

 feeding from some bushes overhanging the 

 golden beach. Then a noise from the watch- 

 ing dories met his ears. Calmly he walked to 

 the water's edged and gazed at them. I feared 

 he would sight us, but he did not, and the low 

 canoe crept on unseen. Then, satisfied that 

 the dories were harmless, the regal fellow re- 

 turned up the beach, showed his back to the 

 lake, and deliberately lay down. How my 

 heart exulted ! 



Gliding swiftly, we passed behind the point, 

 and lost sight of our noble quarry. I judged 

 that I should have to shoot about two hun- 

 dred yards, and so gauged my Lyman sight. 

 With the least possible noise our canoe grated 

 upon the round stones of the beach, and I 

 stepped cautiously into the ankle-deep water, 

 and held the gunwale while William got out. 

 In doing so he accidentally struck his paddle 

 against the stern. My heart stood still. We 

 listened apprehensively, but no sound came 

 from across the point ; all was silent as the 

 grave. Then we began to walk swiftly up the 

 shore, William leading. Fifty steps and we 

 rounded the point, stooping low. 



Yes, there lay the bull, head down, back to 

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