A Newfoundland Caribou Hunt 



cow caribou evinced in our outfit. When first 

 discovered by Keller she was feeding near by 

 upon the bank. We landed within five hun- 

 dred yards of her, and I shot a brace of yel- 

 low-leg plover, but she only looked more 

 interested, and walked a few steps closer. We 

 shouted, and waved our hats, but still she re- 

 fused to run. 



Late on the evening of the third day we 

 found the spot we sought, an old Indian tee- 

 pee that stood upon a point reaching half 

 across the Upper Birchie Pond, about in its 

 center. 



" Where two sandy points stand opposite, 

 there you must camp, for there the deer 

 cross," we had been told by Mr. Parsons away 

 back at our Grand Pond camp, and now we 

 had found those points. 



Without taking valuable time to reconnoi- 

 ter, for the daylight was waning, we ascertained 

 that the teepee was there, and thoroughly un- 

 inhabitable by white men or self-respecting 

 dogs, and began hastily to make a temporary 

 camp nearby. It had fortunately stopped 

 raining, but everything was wet, ourselves 

 included, and I for one hastened, as soon as 

 camp was made, to dig up dry clothing from 



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