CHAPTER XXII. 



A NIGHT HUNT UP THE CUN6AMUNCK. 



Although the most inveterate of veteran fly-fishers, Pis- 

 cator had, even in our short survey of these wild sporting 

 grounds, become thoroughly aroused to a sense of " higher 

 things" than brook trout, and not in the least discom-aged at 

 the signal failures of the first flights of his ambition at the 

 great lake trout, he now breathed quicker, with a yet more 

 eager emulation for nobler quarry still ! In short, as our 

 guide, George, said — " He's down on the deer up Cunga- 

 raunck!" 



The reader is no doubt familiar with the mode of hunting 



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