The Golden Snare

Bram Johnson was an unusual man, even for the northland. He was, above all other things, a creature of environment-and necessity, and of that something else which made of him at times a man with a soul, and at others a brute with the heart of a devil. In this story of Bram, and the girl, and the other man, Bram himself should not be blamed too much. He was pathetic, and yet he was terrible. It is doubtful if he really had what is generally regarded as a soul. If he did, it was hidden-hidden to the forests and the wild things that had made him.