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fiord to look for deer. In the first valley we 

 came to, we espied some small troops of deer 

 feeding: within half a mile of the shore. We 

 landed, and I killed nine of them without 

 much trouble, and as these were thoroughly 

 unsophisticated animals, I might easily have 

 shot as many more, but I got disgusted with 

 such a burlesque upon sport and left them 

 alone. I was much amused by one of these 

 deer — a well- grown stag — who, upon receiving 

 my bullet in his ribs, made a furious attack 

 upon a companion of about his own size, 

 evidently under the impression that the bullet- 

 wound was the result of a treacherous prod 

 from the horns of his friend. 



While the sailors were carrying down these 

 deer, I gathered a lot of drift-wood, and soon 

 made a roaring fire, whereat we boiled some 

 coffee and made a glorious fry of chops and 

 kidneys in the iron baling-ladle of the boat ; 

 toppmg up with broiled marrow-bones, — a very 

 different article, oh ! my dear reader, from 

 the bestial compound of brains and lard 

 rammed into old bones, which you have often 

 eaten in London, and imagined, in the inno- 

 cence of your heart, to be real marroio. 



When standing on the rocks up the small 



