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By those who have not seen a musk-deer 

 snare, a good idea may be formed, by 

 imagining a strong sapling, say ten feet 

 high, bent down, the foot of an animal 

 fastened to it by a piece of well-twisted 

 whip-cord about two feet in leng-th, and the 

 sapling, then suffered to spring back as 

 far as the resistance allows, to its natural 

 upright position. 



But to return to poor Bruin ! it looked 

 very wistfully at me, and then at its paw, 

 which it frequently licked, and occasionally 

 smoothed down with the paw at liberty ; it 

 appeared to be in great agony. One bite 

 at the string would have liberated it in a 

 second, yet here it had been three days and 

 nights. I did not look at the poor brute 

 long, but put it out of its pain with a 

 rifle ball. 



On another occasion, I was shown a cub 

 which had been taken in the same manner. 

 The man, in whose snares it had been 

 caught, brought it alive to his village, and 

 had kept it some weeks when I saw it. The 



