SATAN THE RACCOON 



leaves. The next morning the trap, with clog 

 attached, was missing. There was a trail 

 in the dead leaves easily followed. While 

 following the zigzag trail I was in plain sight 

 of the coon, but he remained quiet until he 

 found that he was discovered, then made fran- 

 tic efforts to escape. The clog had anchored 

 him securely to some witch-hazel shrubs. He 

 was full of fight, and I had to look out for 

 his teeth and claws. I had brought along 

 a stout piece of duck, which I wrapped around 

 the raccoon, trap and all; thus secure from 

 his wicked teeth and claws, I toted him to 

 the cabin. 



It took me two hours to put a strap on his 

 neck. The struggle was a desperate one. 

 Without the duck it would have been a vic- 

 tory for the raccoon. When I had the strap 

 securely fastened and a dog-chain attached, 

 I removed the trap from his foot, then staked 

 him out near the cabin. For two weeks he 

 tried night and day to free himself from 

 collar and chain, then suddenly appeared to 

 be contented. 



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