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bush ; and, yes, we saw clear evidence of my 

 second. A drift of hair upon the sand and a 

 shot streak of blood. William was right 

 about my third shot. 



Then we walked to the fallen monarch. 

 He was quite dead. 



My second bullet had passed an inch behind 

 my third through the very center of his shoul- 

 der. Both shots were mortal. He was a 

 magnificent specimen, white, with snowy neck 

 of shaggy hair, and splendid antlers. The 

 brow plows were exceptionally fine. One was 

 enormous, measuring i8j^ inches in breadth, 

 with twelve points upon it. The other was a 

 single, long, sword-like point. He had thirty- 

 six points, all well defined. He was a very 

 old stag, and his horns were the color of a 

 black-tail deer's, from being cleaned on burnt 

 tree trunks. They had an unusual spread and 

 beam. 



" You'll kill a hundred and not get a better 

 head," said William. 



After the caribou was dressed, the official 

 distance of my shots, 163 and 197 yards, was 

 ascertained, and we again embarked. 



We experienced some considerable diffi- 

 culty in finding the outlet, or rather inlet, in 



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