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Title: Connie Morgan in the fur country
Year: 1921 (1920s)
Authors: Hendryx, James B. (James Beardsley), 1880-1963
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Publisher: New York, Putnam's Sons
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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uce andproceeded to set a heavier snare with a larger loop.The setting of this snare was slightly different fromthe setting of the rabbit snares, for instead of atossing pole the snare was secured to the middle ofa clog, or stout stick about two inches in diameterand four feet long. The ends of this clog werethen supported upon two forked sticks in suchmanner that the snare hung downward where itwas secured in position by tying the loop to a lightswitch thrust into the snow at either side. Thesnare was set only a foot or two from the stuffedrabbit skin and sticks and brush so arranged thatin order to reach the rabbit the lynx must leapstraight into the snare. The remaining rabbit skinswere similarly used during the afternoon, as werethe skins of two ptarmigan that Connie managedto bring down. Use de skin for bait de loup cervier, an* de meatfor bait de marten—dat de bes way, explainedMerican Joe, as they worked their way toward theedge of the swamp after the last snare had been set.
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The snare was set only a foot or two from the stufled rabbit skin andsticks and brush so arranged that in order to reach the rabbitthe lynx must leap straight into the snare. Drawn by Frank E. Schoonover ■ ^. V. Bait—and a Bear 131 The early darkness was already beginning tofall when Connie stopped suddenly and stareddown at the snow at the base of a huge mass ofearth and moss that had been thrown upward bythe roots of a fallen tree. The thing that caughtthe boys attention was a round hole in the snow—a hole hardly larger in diameter than a silverquarter, and edged with a lacy filigree of frostspicules. The boy called to Merican Joe who hadpaused to refasten the thongs of his rackets. Atthe first glance the Indians eyes lighted: Bear in dere! he exclaimed. We dig umout. We git plenty meat—plenty bait—an degood skin besides. * Hadnt we better wait till tomorrow and bringthe heavy rifle? Connie asked. We cant killa bear with this dinky little twenty-two. We ain need no gun. Me

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