A Newfoundland Caribou Hunt 



low estimate to say that the horns of a thou- 

 sand caribou lay bleaching beside that lake. 



And there were some magnificent speci- 

 mens, too ; but few that were not defaced and 

 rendered valueless by the wanton ax of the 

 Indian. The smaller heads were whole, but 

 all the finer specimens were hacked and 

 broken. In nine antlers out of ten could be 

 seen the slugs of the Indians' sealing guns 

 half buried in the bone. 



It was evident that we dare not camp near 

 that slaughter house, and so we hunted out a 

 new site. We soon found one some distance 

 away and directly upon the point, thirty yards 

 back' from the water and amongst the trees, 

 that proved, after three hours' hard chopping 

 and clearing, to be all it promised. 



We stationed one of the men in an airy 

 perch, forty feet up a pine, armed with a pair 

 of field glasses and a whistle, and from that 

 hour till we broke camp, as long as there was 

 daylight, some one of the men was sure to be 

 seated there, scanning the lake up and down 

 for crossing bands of caribou. 



When one was spied he blew the whistle. 

 That was always the signal for a rush to the 

 point, and we examined the bulls of the band 



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