We had sent for a roll of it, two yards in width, and thereafter every summer we had put it up round the corn patch.

None of the pests ever scaled the wire fence; and thereafter we had enjoyed our sweet corn in peace.
That night, just after dusk, we reared the skunk fence on top of the old pound wall, and fastened it securely in an upright position all round the inclosure.

The wall was what Maine farmers call a "double wall"; it was built of medium-sized stones, and was three or four feet wide at the top.

It was about six feet high, and when topped with the wire made a fence fully twelve feet in height.
The old pound gate had long ago disappeared; in its place were two or three little bars that could easily be let down.

The trespassers would naturally enter by that gap, and on a moonless night would not see the wire fence on top of the wall.