But the next held a marten, and the next a white weasel.

Others were unsprung, but they had two good pelts when they reached the beaver lake.

They were in high spirits with their good luck, but not prepared for the marvellous haul that now was theirs.

Each of the six traps held a big beaver, dead, drowned, and safe.

Each skin was worth five dollars, and the hunters felt rich.