CHAPTER XXII. 
A NIGHT HUNT UP THE CUNGAMUNCK. 
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 discouraged 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- 
munek !” 
The reader is no doubt familiar with the mode of hunting 
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