50 BEAVERS—THEIR WAYS. 
John Millet, a veteran trapper, with his headquarters 
in North Dakota’s capital city, fellin with the beaver 
raising fad, and brought in a young specimen from one 
of his trapping expeditions, and being familliar with its 
needs, soon had it in a trifty condition, and it also be- 
came very tame. and was nursed and petted by Mr. Mil- 
let’s children. He had kept it about a year and in 
summer days the young beaver sported occasionally in 
an artificial pond in the rear of his keeper’s residence. 
While thus in play one day a deputy warden of the Bis- 
marck penitentiary came along, and the sight of a live 
animal other than a horse, cow, pig, sheep or goat was 
too much for him. He knew that it was not one of the 
afore mentioned animals, and he could not see why any 
other animal should live, so walking up to the playful 
little creature, drew a revolver and puta bullet in its 
brain. Viewing the carcass fora moment the deputy — 
warden picked it up, threw it in his phaeton and drove 
on down to the gloomy prison walls to show his trophy 
and exult over his deed. 
Mr. Millet and family felt the loss of their pet keenly 
but avoided making any disturbance when the facts of 
its death became known. The Millet residence was in 
the heart of the town and the inexcusible and wanton 
act was witnessed by several neighbors. However, Mr. 
Millet once more sallied out to his old trapping grounds 
and suceeded in bringing to his home another small bea- 
ver and it was placed in the vacant quarters where it 
soon became very tame. The writer made two or three 
trips down to see the little animal and to make a give or 
take proposition to its keeper, having at this time a pet 
beaver, also, and willing that somebody should have a 
