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the fallen logs attracted my gaze, and in two leaps I was 
beside the trap in front of the entrance, and standing there, 
as if in a dream. I had no words to express my amaze- 
ment at the sight I beheld. I had hoped to find a bear in 
this, my last trap, but here lay three, an old one and her two 
yearlings, all caught beneath the same downfall. One of the 
cubs was alive and unharmed, but could not extricate himself, 
so I carried him home alive all right. The other skins I 
have tanned and these two trophies I use at home for rugs.” 
