The sight of that advancing army under such leadership, was decidedly impressive, recalling vivid mental pictures made by tales of the stampeding wild cattle in the west.  It made one feel like getting back to the canoe, and that is what we did.  As we ran towards the other men I noticed a peculiar smile on their faces, which had in it a touch of superiority.  I understood in part when I turned, for the caribou had stopped their advance, and were again standing watching us.  Now the others started towards the herd.  Emboldened by their courage, and thinking that perhaps they held the charm that would make a close approach to the herd possible, I accompanied them.  Strange to relate it was but a few minutes till we were all getting back to the canoes, and we did not again attempt to brave their battle front.  We and the caribou stood watching each other for some time.  Then the caribou began to run from either extreme of the herd, some round the south end of the hill, and the others away to the north, the line of stags still maintaining their position.

After watching them for some time we again entered the canoes.  A short paddle carried us round the point beyond which the lake bent to the northwest, and there we saw them swimming across the lake.  Three-quarters of a mile out was an island, a barren ridge standing out of the water, and from mainland to island they formed as they swam a broad unbroken bridge; from the farther end of which they poured in steady stream over the hill-top, their flying forms clearly outlined against the sky.  How long we watched them I could not say, for I was too excited to take any note of time; but finally the main body had passed.

Yet when we landed above the point from which they had crossed, companies of them, eight, ten, fifteen, twenty in a herd, were to be seen in all directions.  When I reached the top of the ridge accompanied by George and Gilbert, Job and Joe were already out on the next hill beyond, and Job was driving one band of a dozen or more toward the water at the foot of the hill, where some had just plunged in to swim across.  Eager to secure a photo or two at closer range than any I had yet obtained, I handed George my kodak and started down the hill at a pace which threatened every second to be too fast for my feet, which were not dressed in the most appropriate running wear.  However the foot of the hill was reached in safety.  There a bog lay across our way.  I succeeded in keeping dry for a few steps, then gave it up and splashed through at top speed.  We had just hidden ourselves behind a huge boulder to wait for the coming of the herd, when turning round I saw it upon the hill from which we had just come.  While exclaiming over my disappointment I was startled by a sound immediately behind me, and turning saw a splendid stag and three does not twenty feet away.  They saw us and turned, and I had scarcely caught my breath after the surprise when they were many more than twenty feet away, and there was barely time to snap my shutter on them before they, disappeared over the brow of the hill.