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Updated: May 20, 2025
When Alec visited his trap the next day, he did not go near enough to see the bear-tracks in the fresh dirt about the door, for he did not care to leave fresh man-scent in its vicinity; so he was rather discouraged with the failure of his efforts. The trap had now been set for a week and nothing apparently had been near it.
She brought them on purpose to smell it, but at the first whiff their every hair stood on end, they trembled, they knew not why-it seemed to tingle through their blood and fill them with instinctive hate and fear. And when she saw its full effect she told them "That is man-scent." Meanwhile the hens continued to disappear. I had not betrayed the den of cubs.
He snorted the foolish thought into nothingness and after a glance back to make sure that his companions followed, he resolutely stepped out into the very heart of the man-scent. So closely was that phantom located by the sense of smell that it seemed to Alcatraz he could see the exact spot on the hillside behind a small rock where the ghost must lie.
An occasional dead rabbit was still to be found near the old "earth," and, strange to relate, the man-scent leading to the place was never fresher or staler than that of the rabbit.
"Bar-bar was all right, but it gives me the shivers to look at a full-grown black bear like this." So the three moved on to the wolf-den. Black Bruin sniffed the bars of his cage where the man's hand had rested upon it for a moment, as the three moved away. The man-scent too awoke strange memories which he could not understand.
There were hens, ducks and turkeys in the yard and back of the house was a row of beehives that always emitted this ravishing odor. It was honey, and at the realization Black Bruin could almost hear the low droning of the hive, or the angry zip, zip of the bees about his ears as he robbed them. Again the night-wind brought the man-scent and the smell of honey.
In another spot a wood-clearing not far from the keeper's lodge the strong scent of pheasants always seemed to indicate that the birds had ventured thither in numbers to feed, and there, too, the man-scent was strong on the grass.
It was as he had thought, the ravishing scent came from inside. He sniffed several times and with each whiff of the honey became more impatient. There, dangling from the spindle, was a section of the coveted sweet. Black Bruin stepped inside and stretched out his muzzle toward the honey; then he detected a man-scent about the frame that he had not noticed before.
He was very properly sure his bullet had done good work, since it had so soon compelled the enduring animal to rest. A puff of wandering air, by chance, drifted down from the running man to the thicket, behind which the black bull lay, sunk in his torpor. The dreaded man-scent the scent of death to the wilderness folk was blown to the bull's nostrils.
She brought them on purpose to smell it, but at the first whiff their every hair stood on end, they trembled, they knew not why it seemed to tingle through their blood and fill them with instinctive hate and fear. And when she saw its full effect she told them "That is man-scent." Meanwhile the hens continued to disappear. I had not betrayed the den of cubs.
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