CHAPTER XXIV.
THE RABBIT AND THE HEN "You had foxes up in Maine, I suppose, Mr.Wood, hadn't you ?" asked Mr.
Maxwell.
"Heaps of them.

I always want to laugh when I think of our foxes, for they were so cute.

Never a fox did I catch in a trap, though I'd set many a one.

I'd take the carcass of some creature that had died, a sheep, for instance, and put it in a field near the woods, and the foxes would come and eat it.

After they got accustomed to come and eat and no harm befell them, they would be unsuspecting.