A Newfoundland Caribou Hunt 



I withdrew my partially warmed fingers in a 

 hurry, seized my rifle, sprang to my feet, and 

 opened fire. The caribou was running two- 

 thirds quartering from me, and it was very 

 difficult shooting in the driving rain and fog. 

 I emptied my magazine of its five shots, thrust 

 in two more, and fired them, and just as I dis- 

 charged the last cartridge the bull disappeared 

 in the fringe of the woods. 



I turned about to try a shot at the others, 

 but they were gone. 



We walked to the spot where we had last 

 seen our deer, and, pleasant to relate, there he 

 lay, dead, with five shots through the body 

 and two through the antlers. These were 

 magnificent in symmetry and coloring, and of 

 very good dimensions ; and were the hand- 

 somest set I ever saw. The brow plows were 

 uniform in size, with fingers interlaced; and 

 on either side above them, from a wide, flat 

 surface, sprang two veritable hands, each hav- 

 ing five long spreading fingers. The main 

 beams curved far forward and over, and their 

 numerous points recalled some strange bar- 

 baric musical instrument. The entire horns 

 were tinted a rich, reddish amber, like the 

 coloring of meerschaum. 



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