extra lunch, and also a bottle of tea (Bill being a great hand
for tea). Well, said Bill, "then we are all right, once more." We now
hung the deer saddles up, and went back after the bear. After setting
the bear trap again, as Bill did not have time after he had killed
the bear, we started to carry the bear to camp whole. We soon found
it too heavy to carry that way, so skinned it and hung up the
foreparts and took the skin and hindquarters.

The next morning, we went back after the deer. We went to where Bill
had left the fore parts of the deer; then we went to where the fore
parts of the bear were left, intending to take them as far as where
the deer saddles were and leave them there, and take the deer saddles
to camp. When we got to where the bear meat had been left, we found
that a cat had been there, and filled his shirt on bear meat. It was
not far to where we had a steel trap setting. I told Bill to go on
slowly with the deer meat, and I would go and get the trap and set it
for the cat. Bill said that he thought that would be the right thing
to do, as there was a two dollar bounty on wild cats. He said we
could carry the pelt of the cat a great deal easier than we could
tote the bear meat; he thought that the cat skin and the bounty would
even things up for the bear meat.

I soon had the trap set for the cat, and then hurried on to catch
Bill. We went to camp with the deer and the next morning we took the
bear and deer saddles to Emporium and shipped them to New York. The
distance that we toted those saddles must have been ten or twelve
miles. Say boys, won't a man do more hard work to get thirty cents
out of a coon skin, or a saddle of venison, or bear, than he would to
get thirty dollars in some other way? As it had been three or four
days since we had been over a good part of the trap line, we now got
back to regular business, each one taking up his line of traps. Each
night when he came to camp, we would have some kind of pelts to
stretch, either two or three coon, a mink or two, as many more fox,
with now and then a marten. It would take the evening to stretch the
pelts and tell our day's experience just what particular trap we got
that or this fox in, or that mink or coon; just how clever some shy
old fox has worked to get the bait at a certain trap; on what
particular ridge or point we had seen Old Golden's track (you know
all large buck deer have the name of "Old Golden".)

Every man of the woods or tr