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fancied security, which became even more apparent 

 as we tried to drive them down with a fusillade of 

 snowballs. 



Albert looked upon our unprofessional methods 

 for a moment, and then in tones tinged with disgust 

 said: "Ugh! me ketch him lynx," to which we 

 added our enthusiasm. The Indian took a piece of 

 caribou thong five feet long from his pocket and tied 

 one end securely to a willow stick of equal length, 

 made a running noose at the other end, and drawing 

 on his thick leather gloves began to climb the tree. 

 The lynx went to the very top, and the tree swayed 

 as Albert went up to within four feet of the lynx, 

 where he adjusted the noose and very neatly threw 

 it over the head of the animal, and giving it a jerk 

 pulled him out of the tree into the snow. 



Dixon grabbed the stick, and while the animal 

 tore around we stood at a safe distance, with a fine 

 respect for the razor-like claws. Finally Albert 

 threw a sack over the animal and pinned him to the 

 snow and, grabbing him by the back of the neck, 

 one foot at a time was released from the sack until 

 we had all his feet tied up with silk handkerchiefs. 

 Then we took the sack off and removed the noose 

 from his throat, and while Albert held him by the 

 back of the neck we took the captive's photograph. 

 We expected to release him, but Cutting wanted him 

 to take home to catch mice, so the lynx was put in 

 a saddle bag, to begin the initial stage of his journey 



