THE WOODLAND CAEIBOTJ. 



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Often, when one least expects to meet the Caribou, he 

 appears. This I experienced one night to my great sur- 

 prise. During ray last fall' s trip to the Maine woods, I was 

 out on Big Spencer Pond, "jacking" for Deer. Through the 

 darkness I suddenly discerned a light figure standing in 

 the water up to its middle, and a pair of eyes like fire-balls 

 looking toward our silent boat. As it was too late in the 

 season for Deer to come into the water, I wondered what 

 it could be. A shot from my Marlin sent the wounded 

 animal flying from the lake, and I was not sure it was a 

 Caribou until I saw his tracks the next morning. I trailed 

 him a mile by the blood before I found him, and considered 

 myself in luck, as the Caribou has great vitality, and will 

 sometimes go five miles, after being fatally wounded, 

 before stopping. 



A brief summary of the points touched upon, must 

 form the conclusion of this paper: Summer pelage, brown 

 and white; winter vesture, grayish ash and white; hair, 

 soft and woolly underneath, the longer hair porous and brit- 

 tle, from one to one and a half inches long; skin, thin, 

 soft, and makes pliable leather. 



