In the Sunk Lands — page 228: what you’re looking at

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IN THE SUNK LANDS. P11 tapping on the trap to get the bear to look the right way, the report of the rifle rang out, followed by a heavy thump. The smoke drifted out between the logs, and when it cleared away we saw the bear lying stretched out on the floor. ‘‘ Loosen up on the chains so I kin slip a log out o’ the roof,” said Sammy, ‘ an’ then I'll tie a knot in these nooses so they won't choke him to death. I hain’t got no hankerin’ to fool with his neck.”’ Weall peered down through the opening. The little fellow raised on his haunches and growled at us. It was a long time before Sammy got the noose over his head, as every time he would knock it away, or drop on all fours and run around the trap. At last it settled over and was instantly drawn taught, and the end fastened to a timber outside, so the little fellow could plunge and rear and scratch as much as he pleased. Then the door was raised and the carcass of the large one drawn out, the little one doing his best to get at us. ‘“ Now, I'll loosen up on the lariat till he kin git his head out the door, then some 0’ Gomicbooks (E(0)