Indeed, he had little sympathy with the use of traps.
Willis was the only one who looked after the bed, or, indeed, who went up to the clearing at all.
During the next three or four weeks Willis gathered in not less than ten pelts, I think.

They were mostly red foxes, but one was a large "crossed gray," the skin of which brought twenty-two dollars.

After every few days Willis "doctored" the bed with more pills; he probably used more than a hundred.
What had happened to the colts was now clear.

They had nuzzled that chaff for the oat grains that were left in it and had picked up some of those little balls of tallow.

We wondered now that we had not at once guessed the cause of their death, and we wondered, too, that we had not thought of the fox bed and the danger from it when we first turned the colts into the pasture.