piece of Country thickly studded with stunted spruce and pine trees, I set a snare for lynx right in my tracks as they quite often followed one’s trail for miles. It was a narrow spot and eminently suited for a “set”.
I was away for two days traveling from trap to trap, collecting the fur-skinning each pelt and resetting the traps and had completely forgotten this “set” by the time I returned.
As it was getting fairly close to camp the dogs were traveling fast, when suddenly on rounding a bend, there was a lynx right in front of me in the trail. The dogs gave tongue, flew at him and we all piled up in a heap.
He was frozen stiff in a standing position. Evidently the toggle (chain) on the trap had
