To get it off we had to put a forked stick over his neck and hold him down, he was so excited over his mishap.

When he was released he left at full speed and was never seen by us after.
When we got well into the pine woods we camped and cached our traps and provisions on an island, and made our camp further down the stream and some little distance from the shore.

We soon found this was very near a logging camp, and as no one had been living there for a year, we moved camp down there and occupied one of the empty cabins.

We began to set dead-fall traps in long lines in many different directions, blazing the trees so we could find them if the snow came on.

West of this about ten miles, where we had killed some deer earlier, we made a A-shaped cabin and made dead falls many miles around to catch fishes, foxes, mink and raccoons.