When the first deer got his footing and showed his body above the
water three hundred and fifty yards away, I took him behind the
shoulder. He dropped where he stood. The other animal stopped to
look at his comrade, and a single bullet, also behind his shoulder,
brought him down within ten feet of where he had stood when he was
hit. I mention this to show the high efficiency of the .33
Winchester. At a comparatively long range two bullets had killed two
caribou on the spot without the necessity of a chase after wounded
animals, and one bullet had passed from behind the shoulder, the
length of the neck, into the head and glancing downward had broken the
jaw.

I desired to make a cache here that we might have something to fall
back upon in case our retreat should become necessary, and four days
were employed in fixing up the meat and preparing the cache, and this
gave us also sufficient time, in spite of continuous heavy wind and
rain, to thoroughly explore the lake and its bays. An ample supply of
the fresh venison was reserved to carry with us.

We now had on hand, exclusive of the pemmican and other rations still
remaining, and the meat cached, eight weeks' provisions, with plenty
of ducks and ptarmigans everywhere, and there seemed to be no further
danger from lack of food.

One day, while we were here, five caribou tarried for several minutes
within two hundred yards of us and then sauntered off without taking
alarm, and later the same day another was seen at closer range; but we
did not need them and permitted them to go unmolested.