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and hung him up, in case, you know.
But we never heard word from the |
other party and they must have thought
that they had let the oars go adrift and
losing a deer was nothing unusual with |
them anyway.
"Fill 'em up, Johnny! Then for a
day or so I had no luck until l took
it into my head I ID camp on a big run
way I found and wait until something
came if it was only night. It was COM
fortably warm and I made soft cush-
ion Of fir boughs, leaned back against
big stump, and was in the Land OF
Nod before 1 knew where T was at.
"See what the boys will have,
Johnny! Some kind of noise awoke me
Just. in time to butt In to forest
tragedy to my own great profit. AS |
opened my eyes the first thing that
filled them was the biggest buck ever
saw making desperate attempt to beat
off the attacks Of three great grey
wolves, and evidently about all in and
due to 60 out in short meter.
Wolves Worried Him.
"He was sorely CRASHED by the wild
dogs teeth, but as yet had kept them
from his throat and hams, which, how
ever, they would soon have reached had
not put in series of well taken de-
murrers Three shots did it, and be-
fore the buck could recover from his
surprise at the sudden aid he had res
ceived, harded him two more ana all
four were victims Of my bow and spear.
Where are the wolves? Oh, I gave them
to the farmer. ~. .
"Don't 60 to sleep, johnny. Thus
you see I had the legal allowance of
deer and only remained for few days
more on the chance Of corraling a moose
or bear, which is how I came to get the
lynx-and about as pretty a scrap as
a man could ask for, to boot. It was
! this way. I was out one afternoon, I
rather think I got turned around and
was heading the wrong way, but no
matter for that, it cuts no ice now, but
I got into thick clump Of timber that
was perfectly strange to me and came
upon what at first sight looked like a
cabin.
"Going close to it I found that it
was in reality but a. square pen of
heavy logs, with no signs Of door or
other opening, and laid my rife down
fool trick, that-and climbed to the
top to investigate the affair. I found
a square hole in the top and sat on the
edge Of it, dangling my legs down thru,
and wondering what on earth the con-
trivance was. But before I quit won
dering over it was suddenly shot down
thru the hole and to the bottom of the
pen, falling heavily and Earring the
breath all out of me. Then I got it
thru my head what I was up against.
The pen was bear trap, the edges Of
the hole on top were fitted with live
rolls for the purpose Of shooting bruin
down swiftly, and while il was per-
fectly easy to climb the sides Of the
Internal machine from the inside, it
was perfectly impossible to reach the
hole In the middle Of the top, the only
means of exit. ..... 9.... "
In Bear Trap.
I ct found that out after had tried
, it fifty times or more and only found
that there was no chance of getting
even a finger nail hold on the roof Of
the pen.
II tell you boys I got so ratified that
, the memory Of it makes me as dry as
a limekiln right now.
"Get curve on you, Johnny! Well
I hollered until my voice took a walk
r but that did no good, and to make 8
: long story short I stayed right there
: until the farmer came to the rescue il
< the morning. But there was something