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eat their dinners sitting upon their favorite rocks at the south 
end of the bluff, travelling their easy going, quiet gait, often 
stopping to watch awhile and listen, keeping near enough 
to each other to hear the usual signal. At last as they cross 
the dry ravine, from which the land rises gradually for a mile, 
to the black giants, Joe being well to the east, the crew work- 
ing back from west to south, hears Joe give the ‘signal” 
(which means, only big game, and that on the jump) when 
they quickly come together at the south line again, and hurry 
for the bluff. 
As Joe has started a bunch of caribou which have trotted 
away south, a little easterly, he disturbing them while on their 
way north, over the trail running by the rocky bluff on its 
east side, they expect before long to see the caribou walking 
back to the bluff, to try the west side of the horse-back, on 
their way north again. Soon passing the old sentinels be- 
neath the black spruces, they hurry on and take a position 
among the boulders on the bluff. 
They had been sitting there nearly an hour, among the low 
scrubby evergreens, side by side upon their bough cushioned 
rocks, had eaten their cold lunch and had indulged in many a 
fragrant whiff of the nerve quieter, which all floated away 
among the tree tops, when Joe whispers, ‘‘ coming.” 
An occasional snapping of underbrush is heard and the 
sounds coming from the south-east, directs their attention to a 
small thicket of Jow firs, when a head and antlers is seen 
among the green boughs, followed by others. Soon a tall 
gaunt buck caribou steps out in the open hard wood growth 
and is slowly walking toward the bluff followed by the drove 
all unsuspicious of danger. 
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‘Jolly, what a drove,” says Joe and adds : 
