and the drove fol- 
lowed him. 
Caribou are very 
easily tamed. I re- 
member once com- 
ing in from hunt- 
ing with a friend 
and crossing fresh 
earibou tracks near 
the settlement. I 
remarked that by 
the way the animal 
was sinking in the 
snow, he could very 
easily be caught. 
My friend says, 
“Let’s catch him 
and take him in 
with us.” I saw by 
the grin on his face 
that he was very 
skeptical about 
catching him. How- 
ever, I said, “All 
right, take one of 
the binding ropes 
off the toboggan and we’ll go and get 
him.” He got the rope and we started 
on the track. We hadn’t gone far be- 
fore we started him. I jogged along 
slowly for a little way and my friend 
said, “You’ll have to go faster than 
that if you are going to catch him.” 
As soon as I had started him the sec- 
ond time, I increased my pace and saw 
nothing more of my chum till I had 
the caribou. I ran him about two 
miles and overtook him. 
HE last half mile his jumps got 
very short and he sank much 
deeper into the snow. Finally, he went 
down beside some brush and I jumped 
on his back and got him by the neck. 

Henry Braithwaite on the trail 
He struggled hard for a moment or 
two, but when he found I wasn’t go- 
ing to hurt him, he became quiet. 
When. my friend came up, we both 
sat down in the snow to rest and I 
scratched the caribou’s head and pet- 
ted him and scratched his ears. We 
got a rope on him in the shape of a 
halter and started ahead on our back 
track which made a good trail for the 
caribou. I stayed behind shooing him 
along and getting him started. By 
gathering moss which he ate freely, 
we had no trouble making fairly good 
time. We got to the settlement that 
night and put the caribou in a barn. 
The next morning I gathered some 
moss, got a team and we started for 
home. I put the moss on the rear end 
of the sled and the caribou walked 
along behind eating it. At the first 
house we passed a dog ran out bark- 
ing and the caribou climbed right into 
the sled with his head between me and 
my chum. We had no trouble from 
there getting home. My friend put 
him in his barn and fed him on tur- 
nips, carrots and’ buckwheat straw 
and pea and bean vines. He took him 
out every day and walked him around 
and finally let him have his liberty. 
He came and went as he pleased and 
when anything frightened him, he 
made for the barn. One day he got 
on the main road and dogs got after 
him, ran him into an old building and 
killed him. 
UONpoaets experience I had with 
a caribou took place when I was 
walking boss on a river drive. A cari- 
bou and ealf crossed on the log jam 
where the men were working. The 
calf wasn’t over a week or ten days 
A typical New Brunswick hunting lodge 

old. It got in among the logs and 
would have drowned but the men 
hauled it out and took it into the woods 
in the direction its mother, who had 
run away and left it, had taken, the 
men thinking, she would come back. 
But the calf followed them back again 
and stayed around on shore. The men 
took it to the driving tent at night 
and fed it sweet cake and bread and 
molasses. It stayed around with the 
cook all the next day and _ bothered 
him, getting in his way. 
HE next morning when they 
started down river with the gang 
on the boat, the cook wouldn’t let the 
calf go with them as he wanted to get 
rid of it, but it followed them down- 
stream quite a way blatting much like 
a domestic calf. When I came to the 
tent and they told me the story, I 
started up river to see if I could find 
the calf. I went as far as the old tent- 
ing ground but neither saw nor heard 
any sign of it. Its mother might have 
heard it blatting and found it some- 
where in the neighborhood. 
I have caught three different cari- 
bou for sportsmen’s shows and never 
had any trouble with them after I got 
my hands on them; they are far easier 
handled than domestic cattle. 
A number of years ago, I had quite 
an experience with a caribou. I fired 
at him and he fell instantly as though 
killed outright. Walking up to him 
after laying my gun down, I pulled 
his head back and stuck a knife in his 
throat to bleed him. He immediately 
sprang to his feet as soon as the blood 
started. I seized him around the neck 
and attempted to pull him down, for 
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