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AFTER CARIBOU ON THE NEWFOUND¬ 
LAND BARRENS. 
(Continued from page 586.) 
There was a little fire place already there and a 
place for the guide’s lean-to, but there was abso¬ 
lutely no place to put our tent and I have never 
seen a worse camping ground. It was mossy 
and rocky, wet and humpy. We set to work, 
and, by digging out stones and pulling up moss, 
managed to get a nine by nine place fairly level, 
and then, by piling two feet of boughs on it, we 
raised it above the dampness of the ground. As 
this was to be our permanent camp we made a 
good job of the tent and Ned found a big, black, 
thin rock in the brook which made a fire stand 
for the stove, so that it would not set fire to the 
moss which everywhere formed the substitute 
for ground. 
It was evident to me by this time that we were 
in good hands as every one of the party was 
good natured and willing and ready to do any¬ 
thing in his power to make the trip a pleasant 
one. I had been accustomed, on various trips, 
to take entire care of my own camp, including 
the setting of the tent, getting the stove up, etc., 
and I was only too glad to do it, but, it was 
certainly comfortable, after such a day as we 
had had, and after the unaccustomed exercise of 
packing, to find that the guides were not only 
willing but anxious to help us in our work and 
that apparently they considered that our only 
duty was to sit down and smoke and wait for 
supper. In the woods it is entirely a matter of 
choice with the guides how much they care to do 
for you, for, if they hunt and give you your 
meals, that is all you can really demand. At the 
same time, there are thousand and one other 
things which they can do if they choose and Dan 
and his men certainly went the limit. 
On previous cold trips where in the morning a 
.fire was a necessity, it had always been our cus¬ 
tom before turning in to throw cold hands to de¬ 
cide who should make the fire in the morning, 
or to settle this difficult question in some such 
wav. The first night at our main camp in New¬ 
foundland Smith and I played bezique for the 
championship of Terra Nova with the under¬ 
standing that the loser should light the fire in 
the morning. Smith was victorious so I filled my 
hat with kindling and a box of matches and 
crawled into my sleeping bag with a chilly pros¬ 
pect hanging over me. In the morning I was 
awakened by a gentle popping in the stove and 
found that Tom had just finished lighting the 
fire and was telling Smith that breakfast would 
be ready in twenty minutes. Of course, this was 
a tremendous luxury and totally unworthy of a 
Roman, nevertheless, I turned over in my sleep¬ 
ing bag and resigned myself to just such treat¬ 
ment. Smith was peevish that he had not rooted 
1 me out before Tom arrived but it was a consola¬ 
tion to him that his turn was soon coming and 
I that it looked as though he also would reap the 
benefit. 
The next day broke cold and windy, the temper¬ 
ature below freezing. Smith and Dan started 
off toward the marshes and the edge of Lake St. 
John, while Ned Sweetapple and I struck off to 
the South. This region was entirely different 
from anything that we had yet seen, consisting 
of long ranges of low rocky hills, with very little 
marshes. The walking was much easier, although 
the stones were rather hard on my soft boots. 
It was very cold and raw, as a harsh wind was 
blowing and there seemed to be no signs of car¬ 
ibou. I could not tell why, but for some reason 
I lost faith in this country and did not believe 
there were any caribou in it so I told Ned that 
I thought we might just as well return to camp, 
and this we did, without seeing any signs of 
game in the seven or eight miles that we trav¬ 
ersed. We arrived about noon, and, after having 
lunch, I went into the tent and smoked and read 
Barchester Towers. 
About three o’clock I heard voices and, going 
out of the tent, I found Smith and Dan back 
with a caribou head. It was a very pretty 
twenty-five point head, with one big brow point 
and two big bays, the horns running to a point, 
with no top points at all. It was a handsome 
trophy and Smith was very much pleased. Dan 
and he had been taking lunch when they saw 
three caribou come out on the marsh about a 
quarter of a mile away. They had crawled and 
stalked across the marsh until they got within 
two hundred yards. Just as Smith was about 
to shoot a flock of wild geese came winging 
their way over the marsh honking loudly, and, 
while the stag stood looking at the geese Smith 
fired at him three times and with the third shot 
the stag collapsed in a heap on the marsh. 
The bullet had struck in the very front of the 
forehead and had knocked out the front of the 
brain. It was a beautiful shot for killing effect, 
but, as Smith was shooting at the middle of the 
body, he did not feel very elated. Dan said he 
had overshot every time, and we found that his 
gun was really sighted so high, that it unques¬ 
tionably did so at any reasonable range. 
The average big-game rifle is very likely to be 
sighted too high, the manufacturer seeming to 
feel that this makes people believe the rifle has 
a greater range. The proper way to sight a 
big-game rifle is to shoot it off hand on a dark 
day in a bad light at one hundred feet and 
sight it so that it will shoot point blank at that 
range. On that theory you will miss less game 
than any other way for it is the ordinary ten¬ 
dency of amateurs to shoot high when excited, 
or in a hurry. 
At any rate Smith had his first head and a 
good one. He was much pleased and so was I as 
I had induced him to come on the trip, and 
therefore, was more anxious than he was that 
he should get game. He had had a long, hard 
day and was very tired. The tendons in the 
back of his legs had also begun to trouble him 
considerably, swelling up in lumps just above 
the heel. This was doubtless caused by the fact 
that he had changed from heel shoes to heelless 
boots so suddenly. 
He decided that he would take a day off to 
rest so the next morning Dan and I started off 
toward the same ground where Smith and Dan 
had hunted the day before. We went about 
three miles toward Lake St. John and then to a 
region heavily timbered with scrub spruce and 
some birch with here and there little bunches 
of open country. We had not gone far into the 
timber when we came upon a little stag by him¬ 
self. He ran out of the woods suddenly and 
stood looking at us, evidently having winded us, 
and having gone out to see what the trouble 
was. After this we passed a lone doe, who 
heard us, and went racing off through a small 
marsh at full speed. It was very interesting to 
see the caribou go over the marshes. The soft 
going did not seem to bother them at all and 
they went at a swift pacing gait, occasionally 
breaking into a run for a few bounds. 
