Then there were rabbits that we caught, mostly in snares.

For musk-rats, we'd put a parsnip or an apple on the spindle of a box trap.

When we snared a rabbit, I always wanted to find it caught around the neck and strangled to death.

If they got half through the snare and were caught around the body, or by the hind legs, they'd live for some time, and they'd cry just like a child.

I like shooting them better, just because I hated to hear their pitiful cries.
It's a bad business this of killing dumb creatures, and the older I get, the more chicken-hearted I am about it." "Chicken-hearted I should think you are," said Mrs.Wood.