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the trap which had caught him high 
up on his body. The pelage was very 
poor and yellow, as they always are 
the end of April, so I did not remove 
the skin, but threw the whole animal 
back into the hollow log. After re¬ 
setting the trap, I looked around in 
front of the “set” and found some very 
fresh bear signs within twenty feet of 
the trap. Evidently a bear had come 
to the set, but had been frightened 
away by the sight of the sprung trap 
with the coon in it. 
I went on to the ledges, where I in¬ 
tended to make my third set, in high 
hopes, for I knew that the bear, having 
once located the bait, would be back. 
At this time of the year, after they 
come out from their winter’s hiberna¬ 
tion, they are ravenously hungry. 
When I came to the ledges and the 
tree I had blazed, I had a big surprise 
—the carcass of the deer was nowhere 
to be seen, but claw marks on both 
trees and tracks in the old snow showed 
where a large bear had anticipated me 
and had taken the bait before I had 
had a chance to set the trap. This 
was disconcerting, for I knew the bear 
would come back looking for more 
food—but I had no prospects of get¬ 
ting any more bait. After finding a 
suitable place, which was a small 
opening between the upturned rocks, I 
blocked up the back end and covered 
over the top with some old logs and 
brush. I set the trap in the front, and 
put my last honeycomb on a piece of 
bark away in the back. • This honey¬ 
comb I scorched over a small fire, and 
it gave forth a very sweet and pungent 
odor, which old trappers told me would 
carry for a long distance. 
By the time I had finished with this 
trap it was late in the afternoon, and 
was clouding over, forecasting an early 
darkness in the woods. The wind had 
come up and was blowing a gale, driv¬ 
ing before it large wet snowflakes. I 
thought it would be wiser to strike for 
my second camp, which was two miles 
nearer than the Shingle Shanty Stream 
cabin. In order to reach this camp, I 
had either to shore it around two small 
ponds, or else cross on the ice. When 
I got to the shore of the larger pond, 
it was quite dark, and the storm was 
growing worse every minute. I de¬ 
cided to chance the ice, as the weather 
had been cold and I felt sure it would 
hold. Half-way across, I regretted I 
had not kept to the shore, but I kept 
on, going as fast as I could against 
the driving storm. Suddenly, when 
about a hundred feet from shore, with¬ 
out warning, the ice gave way, and I 
found myself floundering in the icy 
water with my snowshoes and a pack 
on. At first I thought I was in for a 
hard time, for I could not feel bottom, 
and the rotten ice kept breaking off as 
I tried to climb out. Finally I let my 
feet sink down until the water was up 
to my arm pits, and they hit bottom. 
It was a wonderful relief. Taking off 
my gloves, I got out my hunting knife, 
and reaching down, cut the straps on 
my snowshoes, and with these placed on 
the ice in front of me to spread the 
weight, I climbed out and got to shore. 
My snowshoe harness was cut, so I had 
to plow through the snow to camp, j 
which was about a half mile up the 
shore. By the time I got to camp and 
had a fire going in the fireplace, I was 
pretty much chilled through. Contrary 
to Mr. Volstead’s ruling, I kept a “wee 
drappy” under a loose board in the 
floor, so I pried up the board and got 
it out, and after taking a hot toddy, 
things looked different. 
There was no grub in this camp, as 
I had not stayed there since the fall 
hunting, Camp No. 1 being warmer 
and more centrally located for winter 
trapping. However, there was a good ^ 
supply of wood on hand and lots of 
warm blankets and a little kerosene in 
the lamp, so I was really in fine shape 
for the night. 
During the night, the storm blew 
itself out, and early next morning, 
after repairing the harness on my 
snowshoes, I made my way over to the 
other camp. Here I had three meals 
in one, and at noon went out to the 
railroad. 
The weather held cold until the 
second week in May, when there was 
a warm rain, taking off all of the re¬ 
maining snow, and suddenly trans¬ 
forming the woods from a late winter 
to a much delayed spring. It was May 
18th before I again made a pilgrimage 
to my cabin on Shingle Shanty. Leav¬ 
ing camp at seven o’clock, I started for 
the “set” in the hollow log. When I 
came to the stream, I had to get out 
the old boat which had been turned 
upside down over two logs all winter. 
The ice had gone out of the stream and 
the ponds, and it was very clear and 
warm. I had with me an old 32 car¬ 
bine Winchester which I always keep 
in camp; and in my pack had my kodak, * 
axe, trap clamps and lunch. It was 
such a perfect spring morning that I 
did not hurry, walking slowly to enjoy 
it all. The trees were just leafing out, 
and the hillsides were of a beautiful 
shade of light green. On the ground 
countless spring flowers were peeping 
out from under old logs and roots and 
in places the witch-hopple were bloom¬ 
ing, their white blossoms looking like 
an early fall of light snow on their 
green leaves. Over and around it all 
hung the wonderful sweet fragrance 
of a new forest world, springing to life 
after the long, cold winter. 
As I neared my first trap in the hol¬ 
low log, I thought I heard some animal 
bellowing—a long way off. Then, as I 
stood listening, wondering what it was, 
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