So just before a snowstorm, I'd take a trap and put it in this spot.

I'd handle it with gloves, and I'd smoke it, and rub fir boughs on it to take away the human smell, and then the snow would come and cover it up, and yet those foxes would know it was a trap and walk all around it.

It's a wonderful thing, that sense of smell in animals, if it is a sense of smell.

Joe here has got a good bit of it." "What kind of traps were they, father ?" asked Mr.Harry.
"Cruel ones--steel ones.

They'd catch an animal by the leg and sometimes break the bone, the leg would bleed, and below the jaws of he trap it would freeze, there being no circulation of the blood.