We made weekly journeys to the places and generally staid about two nights.
One day when going over my trap lines I came to a trap which I had set where I had killed a deer, and saw by the snow that an eagle had been caught in the trap and had broken the chain and gone away.

I followed on the trail he made and soon found him.

He tried to fly but the trap was too heavy, and he could only go slowly and a little way.

I fired and put a ball in him and he fell and rolled under a large log on the hillside.
As I took the trap off I saw an Indian coming down the hill and brought my gun to bear on him.

He stopped suddenly and made signs not to shoot, and I let him come up.