When he had prepared twenty or more of those pieces of poisoned tallow, he put them in what he called a fox bed, of oat chaff, behind that old barn.

The bed was about as large as the floor of a small room.

At that time of year farmers were killing poultry, and Willis collected a basketful of chickens' and turkeys' heads to put into the bed along with the pieces of tallow.

He thought that the foxes would smell the heads and dig the bed over.
We had said nothing to any one about it.

The old Squire was away from home; but we knew pretty well that he would not approve of that method of getting foxes.