at the heel over the escape of the bear, and
said that if he had attended to the trap the day before, that the
bear was then in the trap; that he had put up a hard fight before he
had made his escape.

When Bill called for my report I took out a marten skin and the money
that I got for the bear and layed them on the table and told Bill
there was my count. Bill said that I got the marten from one of the
deadfalls, but he was dog-on sorry if he could tell where I caught
the money. When I told him about Mr. Jacobs and the capture of the
bear, Bill said he would have given a summer's work to have been
there and seen the man sweat.

I said that I would relate how it happened that I got even with Bill
for the bear that he killed on my watching grounds.

Well, after we had gone the rounds of the traps, we again put in our
time still-hunting. Bill had gone south of camp, while I went east. I
had traveled until the middle of the afternoon without having any
luck or seeing any deer. So I shifted my course to the west and
worked my way in the direction of a "burn-down" that was in the head
of a hollow. As soon as I came to the brow of the ridge and looked
down into the basin I saw four deer feeding and working towards me.
The wind was blowing directly from the deer towards me, so I stood
quiet and in a few minutes the deer fed up within easy range. I
pulled the gun onto an old doe in the lead, and broke her down almost
in her tracks. The three remaining deer made a few jumps in my
direction and stopped and looked back, which gave me a good shot at a
yearling buck, which also went down in my sight. The other two deer
ran close by me and over the ridge into the green timber. I had
hardly cut the deers' throats when Bill called out, "This is a dog-on
pretty trick that you have played me."

Bill had been following these deer all day and had followed to the
"burn-down" and had seen the deer on the opposite hill, but too far
away to shoot. As the wind was against him he had dropped down the
hollow a ways, crossed and worked up around on the opposite side to
get the wind in his favor, and was just about ready to fire on the
deer when I began shooting. After Bill had explained how he had been
working the deer all day and then have me slip in just as he had the
game bagged and swipe it, Bill claimed was dog-on mean. I cautioned
Bill to hold his temper and I would call it even on the bear he
swiped from me, and told him I was pleased t