A deer--a big one--had come wandering past; his keen nose soon apprised him of a strong, queer appeal near by.

He had gone unsuspiciously toward it, sniffed and pawed the unaccountable and exciting nose medicine; then "snap!" and he had sprung a dozen feet, with that diabolic smell-thing hanging to his foot.

Hop, hop, hop, the terrified deer had gone into a slashing windfall.

Then the drag had caught on the logs, and, thanks to the hard and taper hoofs, the trap had slipped off and been left behind, while the deer had sought safer regions.
In the next trap they found a beautiful marten dead, killed at once by the clutch of steel.

The last trap was gone, but the tracks and the marks told a tale that any one could read; a fox had been beguiled and had gone off, dragging the trap and log.