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Camp, on the portage to Ox Tongue, Ned's in the birch 

 grove on Upper Twin, the others near Clear Lake. At 

 about ten their music was heard near Long Lake, and 

 shortly afterwards a spirited buck took the water on 

 Hedley's watch, east side. This was shot after various 

 attempts, the last of which, at close range, was fatal. 

 Ammunition running short, the coup de grace was given 

 by means of a cartridge borrowed from Matthews, who 

 had opportunely paddled up. Billy the cook, bare- 

 headed and in his apron, hastened out in an old birch 

 canoe to be in at the death, and administered consolation 

 to the dying deer in a series of jomic ' swear words' 

 and interjections which smacked as much of Cockney- 

 dom as they did of the lumber-camp. *' Look 'ere," 

 exclaimed he, ** blowed if 'is bloomin' 'ead ain't a'most 

 shot off, an' 'is throat cut with a bullet, 'an 'im swimmin' 

 yet for all he's worth. The critter's like the Irishman's 

 vermin, or Mr. Matthewses crazy loon, 'kilt, but not 

 sinsible of it,' Jingoes ! 'e'd enough blood let out of 'im 

 to color the whole blessed lake." 



Having taken the carcase of the deer to shore 

 spectators and actors fraternized over a flask, and 

 then, after feeding Salmon's dogs, which had brought 

 the quarry, the Long Lake watchers went back at 10.20 

 to their posts. Away went the dogs to the eastward for 

 a second time, and were soon upon the track of another 

 deer. This was started at 10.30 upon the portage 

 between Long Lake and Ox Tongue, newly cut or 

 ' blazed ' by Tom Keown and Frank Blackwell, and was 

 pursued to Ox Tongue Lake where Kimball was posted 

 on the point below Gentleman's Island, and Townsend 

 at the southern end of the lake. The little deer, which 

 proved a doe, was shot by Tom and presented to Mrs. 



