Product Description

This is the incredible story of Canada's largest manhunt. Hundreds of men spent 7 weeks tracking the elusive Albert Johnson for 240 kilometres across the frozen North. He was eventually caught and killed but the identity of Albert Johnson, the Mad Trapper of Rat River, remains a mystery to this day.

Product Details

• Amazon Sales Rank: #1060145 in Books
• Published on: 2004-06-15
• Original language: English
• Number of items: 1
• Binding: Paperback
• 144 pages

From the Back Cover
The Mad Trapper- The Incredible Tale of a Famous Canadian Manhunt ""His lips were curled back in an ugly sneer, and his teeth looked like fangs sticking out through his beard. Johnson hadn't found the peace in death that had eluded him in the last weeks of his life."" This book will be especially fascinating for all readers interested in: history crime biography This is the incredible story of Canada's largest manhunt. Hundreds of men spent 7 weeks tracking the elusive Albert Johnson for 240 kilometres across the frozen North. He was eventually caught and killed but the identity of Albert Johnson, the Mad Trapper of Rat River, remains a mystery to this day.

About the Author
Helena Katz is an award-winning Montreal journalist whose work has appeared in magazines and newspapers in Canada and the United States. She earned a Bachelor of Arts degree in psychology from McGill University and is currently completing a Masters degree in criminology at the Universite de Montreal. This is her first book.

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Prologue Albert Johnson crouched inside the trench in his cabin, clutching a gun in each hand. He could hear the men outside, firing at him and trying to bash in his door as they raced past. Listening carefully, he realized he was far outnumbered; this time they had come with a much larger group. It was essential for his own safety that he keep them from storming his refuge. He knew their bullets couldn't penetrate the double rows of thick logs that surrounded the bottom of his cabin, but they could splinter the door and window. Taking advantage of a lull in the action, he stood up and stuck the barrel of one of his guns right up against a loophole he had made in between the logs. Then he began to fire. He would be fine as long as he could keep the police at bay. The longer he kept on shooting at them, the more likely they would tire and go away. He wasn't scared of his intruders. With their guns, flares, and sticks of useless dynamite that wouldn't even light, the men were annoying him more than anything. Suddenly, an explosion crashed through the silence of the stalemate. Johnson dove into the safety of his trench as his cabin began crumbling around him. The door disintegrated, the roof blew off, and one of the walls caved in towards him. He gripped his weapons and prepared for the police's next attack.