220 AN ENGLISH GAMEKEEPER, 



called upon to call him from his dinner to tell 

 him. He complains to your master that the 

 rabbits come out of the wood and eat his 

 barley. I reply that I set snares for them, and 

 he comes and looks at the wood-runs and sees 

 for himself that the snares are set. " They , 

 don't catch much," says he. "How is it, 

 Wilkins ? The rabbits seem to know the 

 snares are there." "Well, yes, they do." 

 " How's that ? " " Most likely they see them 

 standing in the day time." '' Ah, I suppose so ; 

 I thought they might smell them^ Wilkins." 

 " So they do, sir, or they smell where we've 

 been trampling about the runs setting them."  



If, by chance, you catch a rabbit in one of 

 these snares, lay a lot of fluck in the run, and 

 make a lot of scrambling about, rub the fluck] 

 on the newly-scratched ground in half-a-dozen 

 of the runs, and hang a bit of fluck in the eye 

 of the snare as if it had caught. You do all 

 this, of course, early in the morning. You 

 meet Mr. liabbit Complainer in the course of 

 the day : 



"So I see you had some of them last night 



