was a little farther from camp than
the Baley Run, and one or two more bear traps than on Baley Run.

I found a coon or two, and I think I got a fox and one marten, but no
mink or other furs. I found that a bear had been to one trap and torn
down the bait pen and taken the bait, but left the trap unsprung. I
knew that he would cut the same trick again, if I set the trap there,
so I bent over a small sapling and hung the carcass of a coon on it
for a bait. The carcass hung four or five feet from the ground.

[Illustration: RESULTS OF A FEW WEEKS' TRAPPING.]

I set the trap under the carcass and said to myself, "Old fellow,
when you take that coon, there will be a bear dance." I got to camp
long after dark, but when I came in sight of camp and looked for a
light, there was no light to be seen, or any Bill to be found in
camp. I lit a light and looked at my watch. It was only a few minutes
of eight o'clock. I got supper and waited until nine o'clock, but no
Bill came, so I laid down on the bunk to rest, expecting Bill to turn
up every minute.

I dropped to sleep and when I awoke, the fire had burned out and Bill
had not returned. I looked at my watch. It was after three o'clock,
and I knew that there would be no more sleep for me. I went outside
and listened, but no sound could be heard. I got my breakfast, put an
extra lunch in my knapsack, and sat down and waited for the break of
day. As soon as the first streaks of light appeared in the east, I
strapped on my knapsack, took my gun and started in the direction in
which I had known Bill to take. I followed the ridge to the Conley
Run waters, over which Bill would likely come if he had been detained
in that region.

When I came to the head of a run that led to the main Conley waters,
I stopped at the brow of the hill. I could look down into the hollow.
Here I knew that I could be heard for some distance. I listened for
some time to see if I could hear a gun shot or any other noise that
would lead me to the whereabouts of Bill. Not a sound to be heard,
not even the hoot of an owl. I gave a long whoop and then listened,
but still no answering sound. I again gave a long continued "co-hoop"
and Bill burst out laughing, and asked what was the matter with me.
Bill had sat down on a fallen tree that lay close to a large pine
tree to rest before making the last pull to the top of the ridge. He
had caught a glimpse of me just before I came to the brow of the hill
where I st