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to-morrow the law would stand oetween our 

 rifles and the game — no obstacle, perhaps, 

 save to a sportsman's conscience. George 

 was safe from a blank score — he had killed 

 his caribou, a young bull, two days before ; 

 but I had not yet had a shot. Peter had 

 urged upon me strongly the desirability of our 

 taking up again the tracks of yesterday where 

 we had left them, back in the mountains, say- 

 ing : " Ah '11 t'ought he's not go varry far ; 

 sure he's got wan varry large caribou ; that's 

 good chance for find 'um ; " and had this not 

 been our last day, I should probably have 

 adopted this plan. But the trip decided upon 

 was to a point which I had long wished to 

 reach, and it had been postponed from day to 

 day since our arrival here, for various reasons. 

 It offered, moreover, a fair probability of see- 

 ing game — caribou, that is, for we had found 

 no sign of moose upon any of the hills, which 

 we had explored in many directions. So 

 Peter's views did not prevail. 



Now, as for the place we were going to, I 

 knew little more than that, some years before, 

 when poring over a map of this region, lost in 

 speculations concerning the distant lakes and 

 rivers, my fancy had been captivated by a name, 



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