One week I don't take nothing, and the next I haves a good haul, chiefly hares and rabbits; 'cause of course I never goes into the wood, nor the plantations.

It wants eight or ten with crape masks on for that job.
'I sets up about four wires, sometimes only two; if you haves so many it is a job to look after 'em.

I stops the hare's other runs, so that she is sure to come along mine where I've got the turnpike up: the trick is to rub your hand along the runs as you want to stop, or spit on 'em, or summat like that; for a hare won't pass nothing of that sort.

So pussy goes back and comes by the run as I've chose: if she comes quick she don't holler; if she comes slow she squeals a bit sometimes before the wire hangs her.

Very often I bean't fur off and stops the squealing.
That's why I can't use a gin--it makes 'em holler so.