Outing . asem y overburdenedfeelings before Ihail Wabun Anung,my face wreathed yin smiles, to con-gratulate him onhis success. I feelquite certain of finding two dead at the very least I amhurryirp- down the side of a knoll on themountan, .op ; some fifty yards ahead ofme is another one. Suddenly, without a sound of warning,a fine buck cariboo goes boundmg up thefar side of the knoll before me, reachesthe summit and is in the act of boundingdown the near side. It is my turn now I throw up my rifle, take a rapid aimfor its neck and fire ! Clear and sharp the report rings continues the sp
Outing . asem y overburdenedfeelings before Ihail Wabun Anung,my face wreathed yin smiles, to con-gratulate him onhis success. I feelquite certain of finding two dead at the very least I amhurryirp- down the side of a knoll on themountan, .op ; some fifty yards ahead ofme is another one. Suddenly, without a sound of warning,a fine buck cariboo goes boundmg up thefar side of the knoll before me, reachesthe summit and is in the act of boundingdown the near side. It is my turn now I throw up my rifle, take a rapid aimfor its neck and fire ! Clear and sharp the report rings continues the spring it is in the act ofmaking ; while still in the air its headdrops, alighting in the snow on its shoul-ders, its fore legs doubled beneath it. Itnever moves again. I have not much time to contemplatemy handiwork, for, glancing up, I see asecond onechargmg alongright ni thetrack of thebuck I start,attempt toturn quickly soas to face itfor a sure shotOne snowshoecatches some-how and, trip-ping me, I fall. < WABUN LAID DOWN HIS IALK. WABUN ANUNG. 277 flat on my back. At this moment tliecariboo sees me ; stops an instant. Fromwhere I lie I can just see its h^- abovethe top of the knoll, with round, startledeyes looking at me. I do not attempt to rise. Seizing thetrigger guard in one hand, I throw theshell out and reload. I seem to be tak-ing a long time about it, but I cannot bemore than a second or two, for the cari-boo is there still. We seem to be look-ing straight into each others eyes. I raise my rifle and, aiming a couple ofinches below the nose, so as to take it inthe neck just under the chin, fire. Againthat clear report rings out, breaking thestillness of the woods. When the smokeclears away the head has disappeared. Scrambling to my feet, I rush to thetop of the knoll, at the same time reload-ing, to find cariboo No. 2 lying in itstracks, with just sufficient life to raise itshead for an instant, draw a long breath,like a sigh ; a few flecks of blood come toits lips
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