I once shot one in the morning, carried him a long way on my shoulders, and started to skin him in the afternoon, when he turned around and bit me enough to draw blood.

At another time I dug one out of a hole in the ground.

He feigned death, I took him up and threw him down at some distance, and he jumped up and ran into the woods." "What other animals did you catch when you were a boy ?" asked Mr.
Maxwell.
"Oh, a number.

Otters and beavers--we caught them in deadfalls and in steel traps.

The mink we usually took in deadfalls, smaller, of course, than the ones we used for the bears.