It was a great event in our neighborhood when a bear was caught.

Whoever caught him blew a horn, and the men and boys came trooping together to see the sight.

I've known them to blow that horn on a Sunday morning, and I've seen the men turn their backs on the meeting house to go and see the bear." "Was there no more merciful way of catching them than by this trap ?" asked Miss Laura.
"Oh, yes, by the deadfall--that is by driving heavy sticks into the ground, and making a box-like place, open on one side, where two logs were so arranged with other heavy logs upon them, that when the bear seized the bait, the upper log fell down and crushed him to death.
Another way was to fix a bait in a certain place, with cords tied to it, which cords were fastened to triggers of guns placed at a little distance.

When the bear took the bait, the guns went off, and he shot himself.
"Sometimes it took a good many bullets to kill them.

I remember one old fellow that we put eleven into, before he keeled over.