He'd be almost sure to come back for more, so for a while after that we always put the sheep in the barn at nights and set a trap by the remains of the one he had eaten.
"Everybody hated bears, and hadn't much pity for them; still they were only getting their meat as other wild animals do, and we'd no right to set such cruel traps for them as the steel ones.

They had a clog attached to them, and had long, sharp teeth.

We put them on the ground and strewed leaves over them, and hung up some of the carcass left by the bear near by.

When he attempted to get this meat, he would tread on the trap, and the teeth would spring together, and catch him by the leg.
They always fought to get free.

I once saw a bear that had been making a desperate effort to get away.