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GREAT SPORT IN NEWFOUNDLAND Many Varieties of Deer of Great Size Fall to English " Sportsmen. "The Newfoundland caribou far surpasses the European reindeer and is equal in size to the caribou of eastern Canada, but distinctly finer in the matter of horn growth." writes Sir John Millals in Newfoundland and Its Untrodden Ways. "For its size, Newfoundland today contains more caribou than any other part of the world, and, owing to the nutritive qualities of its super-excellent moss and lichens, the deer grows to great excellence. A big caribou stag in the latter part of September is one of the grandest things in creation. I know of two recently killed heads of over fifty points, and more good heads have been killed during the past four years than ever before. In 1503 I killed stags of thirty-five, forty-five and fortv-nine points, the two last named being splendid specimens. Newfoundland is just as good a hunting country as it was fifty years ago, and of, how many countries can we say that? I have been there twice, and enjoyed the lest of sport, the best of weather, the best of health and the best of comrades. "In no country have I experienced such enjoyable hunting as in Newfoundland. Game I have always found when once the distant hunting grounds were readied. Newfoundland is a most attractive place, with its thousands of lakes and pools, picturesque pools teeming with salmon-trout and ouana-niche; great open moors and marshes dotted over with the ever-restless herds of caribou, a wild sea-coast inhabited by thousands of sea birds, dense forests of varied and beautiful trees, all contributing to make the island one of the most delightful of all wild countries to the sportsman and the lover of nature. There is more than a little fascination, too, in knowing that here is a land, within seven days of England, a great part of whose interior lias never leen trodden by a white man, even by government surveyors, and that you can plunge into this beautiful wilderness and feel all the delights of wandering at will through the recesses of an untrodden waste, where deer-stalking and such deer, too! may lie pursued with gratifying success. "Over there is a sense of freedom we know not here. There is the great sun, the wide horizon, the dancing rivers and the woods of ever-changing lieauty. There is the blazing noon, with its manifold sights and moods of nature the white-headed eagle and the osprey lost in clouds of spray, the American goshawk chasing the lielted kingfishers, the splash of the leaping fish, and a hundred more. There is the evening of changing lights, when from the dark forest steps the great white-necked stag. There, too, those exquisite nights of twinkling starlight, when you lie and toast your toes at the blazing logs while the men spin yarns and the great horned owl shrieks. It is the spirit .of the wilderness that calls you, and the man who lias not known and understood lias not lived."
