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shifting camp, as we had arranged, beyond Great Bear 
Lake, for we cannot now cross the flooded rivers— 
indeed, we are fixed here, cut off alike from advance or 
retreat. The tent is full of spiders, large and lethargic. 
Towards midday started in heavy rain, Nils and I 
climbing out to the high ground on N. (five thousand 
three hundred feet), thence along a chain of lakes, one 
shore sandy, the other all high snow and glacier-ice; 
but though there was plenty of old spoor, we saw no 
deer. 
Coming down Vasdal glacier, Nils slipped, and being 
above me, knocked me over, and we both slid down to 
within a few yards of the lake—an anxious moment, 
but all ended well. 
August 29th.—Deep snow around tent and arctic 
conditions. Dressed treble, but the day turned fine, 
and even hot at noon. We had to catch the ponies to 
get across the rivers. Nils and I hunted by Mid-Nuten 
to Simlertinder. Just before noon, Nils suddenly 
pulled me almost on to my back, and at last we were 
in sight of deer. About six hundred yards away was 
a herd of between thirty and forty, but all going at 
speed, and I feared they had seen us. No ! half a mile 
ahead they settled down to feed on a grassy slope. 
We meanwhile had been running at top speed to keep 
them in view, and on the rough ground—all broken 
gorges and corries—I was getting pretty well “ pumped ” 
ere the deer eased down. During the next two hours, 
I three times tried to “ get in,” but so fast did the 
deer keep feeding forward, and so scattered were they, 
that I only succeeded in coming up with four or five, 
and these all small beasts. The deer were now scattered 
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